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gallimaufryma) wrote2010-10-23 11:02 am
gallimaufryma) wrote2010-10-23 11:02 am
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Such silent percolation. My grounds a mix of sand, and sludge, coffee and ether. What will be the flavour of my swill?
Slow to drip, slow to take form. If you drink me now, take me inside of you, thinking me complete, you will not know all I have to offer.
Yet only when the pot is empty, and only if you were along for the whole ride, can you even begin to know.
Take this time and have a cuppa. Who knows where we'll be in 10 years.
Slow to drip, slow to take form. If you drink me now, take me inside of you, thinking me complete, you will not know all I have to offer.
Yet only when the pot is empty, and only if you were along for the whole ride, can you even begin to know.
Take this time and have a cuppa. Who knows where we'll be in 10 years.