Cafe & tripping Gothic (Part 1, page 1 of 2)

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Part 1

This was a dark place but coffee was like marathon time of the moon race.The trees were getting

bare dull lifeless Life's cruel wicked costly I was so cold I needed to save my heart went into the French cafe to make a new start.

Chattered teeth hearing the sound's.He shifted so close on your desirable

( tasty mound's)The stranger Billy ddon'tB fool joker. Dark-love complicated Damn it Choke her

Deep-house music strangled rope seated,Did someone scare dead-beat Harvest-hair

Trembling through your Rocking Chair Elevated you deadly crumb's of a row but I still had life in me wearing my mocha bow.

Someone's eyes pop-out fixated.Dark brain felt poluted foggy white chalked.You were being watched EYE'S stalked

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