The cute girl cafe

She incessantly ripped what she wrote; who taught her this, I suspect a musing of a therapist. A person who believes to speak from an edifice.

Rip your withering: Therapeutic;

To destroy art is perdition: Therapy is mythopoeic.

 

A sip of Arabica, she gazed up – a contrived smile.

My book on the table: She stole looks at it – a woman interested.

A blossoming girl…

Men venturing this pearl – They lay inertia, trembling.

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