Fate Love and Coffee
Fate, love, and coffee
turned into substitutable
with reminiscences,
Striving to be free from
cacophonous relics gifted
by your poisonous love
will my violaceous lyrics
mend my wounds, I urge you
a hundredfold of which you
allow no response,
I hold a bleeding soul, but you spurn
degrading you detects me though,
however, we can still endure any spell.
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