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Black Coffee, no cream. Blending of a dream Blackness with a gleam A smile with a beam A day turned supreme With Black Coffee, no cream. Black Coffee, not lean. Yet pure and pristine
Is it not enough for you that you've ripped my heart out already. You fucking broke it and now you have to step on every single one of the pieces too? Was it never enough for you to just know that I loved you?