Conception of a Caffeinated Mind
Consuming coffee through my lips,
No sensation does exist.
Met by small town conversations.
Clothed by morality are strangers faces,
Masked for what?
Thinking we'll get to beautiful places.
Mystery music plays in sync,
To the sound of my ambiguity.
Waiters often replicate,
My mind is puzzled by what transpired,
Here in this seat where another humans craves were acquired.
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