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  She sits in Starbucks drinking her caramel macchiato But she sits alone Her eyes are soft like honey But her face a stone cold mask
To the boy who works at starbucks...
We talked for days and your personality amazed me.You laughed at my corny ass jokes saying boy you so crazy.Your beauty was flawless and I never saw this comingCould she be the one?Am I finally done?
They gave me a name and started writing my story. I was give girly characteristics and made to be a boy's dream girl.
Taking in each deep breath in slowly without a miss, Letting my stress dance away in an espresso bliss. Forgetting all the negatives that turn skies melancholy, Watching as my sorrows melt in a mocha swirl's melody. 
The Siren calls us every morn,
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