Coffee

by Teny Johnson   Sep 22, 2015


I see a fettled substance through a glass glint very soft like coffee groves. the colours of hornet and honeybees in coffee trees.l smell a bittersweet purification in my skin colour not like aloe vera or lemon grass but a dark crispy sip out of filtered cup

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a wonderful piece of writing and welcome to pnq!
    All the best,
    Ben

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