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Cappuccino Club

Love Filled Mugs

By Sehrish AhmadPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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So I step back as brown eyes whisper love, in sparkling fierce manner.

Wildly tantalizing stare I met.

A millions fathoms deep it carves.

A tunnel leading to nowhere paths.

Shadows mock, of clouds and snow, I frown at steam in mugs emerges so, to invite hindrance in our gaze.

Eulogies dispersed in silver letters for ambience accompanying his cherry scent.

And All it went, oh so calm.

Cause neither did he utter a phrase.

Or either did he hear all mine.

The guy who just could watch my words.

The guy I met in Cappuccino Club.____

My First Ever Story on Vocal

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