

coffee houseTap...tap…tap…ta-coffee house
I firmly placed my hand on my knee to keep my leg from it’s nervous twitch. Giving myself a few moments to regain my cool, I set my hands back on the table.
And immediately began tapping my fingers.
Sighing, I lit a cigarette and turned my focus to the window. The light drizzle that had started in when I left the house had become a depressing downpour. Watching raindrops trace their way down the diner window helped to momentarily forget where I was, and why.
“Top off?”
Looking away from the window, “What- oh, yes, thank you.”
The waitress disinterestedly
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_____ fall away to the sound of my heart to your beat,
__________ melancholy and cool, kind of bittersweet,
______________________________ love on repeat.
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_____ fall away to the sound of my heart to your beat,
__________ melancholy and cool, kind of bittersweet,
______________________________ love on repeat.
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Above all, the true revolutionary must be guided by feelings of love. -- Che Guevara
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