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went for an instant coffee

to the famous stop in our town

there's this boy

who give smiles

that even giant icebergs

would melt into nothingness

gave her what i chose

i took the receipt and left

pasted my receipt on my board

i see letters behind papers

ran back to the store

i saw the boy lying on the floor

with holes on his chests

i regret that i haven't read his letters earlier.

bubbles and air popped

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