They were like the moon and the sun. Never meant to be together. They just happened to be in the same place at that certain rotation path of the Earth.
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Sweetened Coffee
PoetryYou are every grain of sugar sweetening my bitter coffee. A collection of romantic prosaic poetry. Written by Nathalie Regacho #41 in Poetry
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They were like the moon and the sun. Never meant to be together. They just happened to be in the same place at that certain rotation path of the Earth.
