Let us fall in love over coffee tables, mend our broken hearts - make hearts
out of coffee foam, bite into bitter chocolate, slip into talks of artsy men - who love wild and forlorn muses only to find themselves again in destitute art and coffee shops.
Let us do art , follow our hearts like teenagers in love who chase wild geese in the metaphorical gardens of Eden, as they break into the greenish aura of aurora skies and
fallback under the auburn trees to mirror themselves in epiphanic rivers like
Gods
in
love.
Let us pour our hearts out of coffee pots, make belief in the world, forget the undoings,
know the world is good, and sleep knowing the truth in words and art.
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