The smell of coffee wafts in my nose my fingers are tapping at my table alone and as I look around this small room I notice one thing about everyone that's the same we all sit in peace or in small chatter no matter if we're alone or in clatters as we all know it's to early for laughter with frowns on our faces and coffee mugs in hand we all sit in quite and the waiting staff supply's our coffee demand.
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Creative writing
PoetryThese are just a bunch of my creative writing pieces cause I had no where to keep them - p.s they might not be very good but I like them so oh well
