I hold a flower
I picked it up in a foyer
I thought it was beautiful
And it is very colorful
I gave it to her but she throws it away
—But she didn't know it was the first flower I picked
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Brewing Coffee & Tea
PoésieI like coffee because it's bitter and sweet just like you, but then when I look at the way you act you're more likely to be a tea. A tea in which you make me feel calm and very collected, that's my thought every time I look at your direction.
