It was a lazy friday afternoon,
You and me sipping coffee,
Stirring incessantly with our plastic teaspoons,
The prospects were anything but iffy.
In a coffeeshop marooned,
Between nonsense and the profound we alternate,
In our little bubble cocooned,
All existence, insignificant, we completely alienate.
Silence is golden
And it all comes crashing down.
Our conversation saffron
You and me, we kiss the ground.
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