The world is on fire.
The ashes is spreading.
We are coughing the smoke.
…and I want to have coffee with you.
Dead bodies piled up.
Their names never known.
Their faces are shadows.
…and I yearn for a coffee with you.
There is poison in the air.
In your breath.
In my mouth.
… but please have a coffee with me.
Have a coffee with me,
and share joy on these lips,
for a moment of relief
in a dying world.
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Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
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