Aching over a coffee cup,
head bowed towards the froth.
Surrounded by noisy strangers,
face awash with red notes.
Alone over an empty cup,
eyes concealed by glasses.
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Aching over a coffee cup,
head bowed towards the froth.
Surrounded by noisy strangers,
face awash with red notes.
Alone over an empty cup,
eyes concealed by glasses.