Across the café, she pauses her writing.
Perhaps she saw or felt me staring.
Is that a notebook, workbook, or journal?
I want it to be her poetry.
The only heat here comes from coffee.
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Across the café, she pauses her writing.
Perhaps she saw or felt me staring.
Is that a notebook, workbook, or journal?
I want it to be her poetry.
The only heat here comes from coffee.
