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'Coffee - A Best Friends' Thing'

"epmty street walks
the known coffee shop
Inside the glass
i saw the table with a dark silhouette
heart said
the time for eyes to get wet.
the memories
of, the coffee sips now be the matter of past
putting an end
to those over-the-table stories that couldn't last
heart suffered a blast
voice murmured - disappear fast
for those empty seats
got occupied by another mass.
the solo coffee dates
topped the list of hate
those debates, and
being asked to wait
the years changed, saw
wrinkles on the face
the rememberance fade away
the slow death of pictures
the gallery being replaced
with the new characterization.
the coffee that got sipped by the best people
in the mugs that were self chosen
the moments gradually died
the gap that had arise
love got crucified
and being wahsed away by the high tides
that dismantled the pride...."

 - Pushkin Channan

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