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she looked at her coffee and thought "what if the boiling water and the grounded coffee beans were made for each other? and the consequence of mixing them, igniting their love, was a beverage not everyone likes- just like their love."
she imagined the water dancing with the coffee beans, as if they're human. swirling her around their dance-floor, dipping his goddess in the middle of the cooly lit spotlight spotlight. savouring each moment. kissing her so gently it could be mistaken as a summer breeze on a crisp sunday morning. their feet twirl in almost perfect unison, with no song to capture as their own, but they're meant to be- they find their own rhythm, creating a new song. they know the risk of their dance. by dipping her; loving her; they'd die. die and fuse into a new sensation. but they couldn't care. the small moments they had together outweighs everything else because, alas, they had their melody of love.
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