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Ristretto
To be your coffee, your first thought in the morning, yet the last you need. Take your time with me— measure the sugar, calculate the cream. Leave me bitter or sweet, your temporary relief. To intoxicate you with my scent, linger onto your clothes, accompany wherever you go. I want to stain you, stay permanently— but my presence is momentary.
To be your coffee, your first thought in the morning, yet the last you need. Take your time with me— measure the sugar, calculate the...
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