Your Name
In the corner, I pose,
Between papers and a coffee table,
I spend my daily life,
Dreaming of a better style,
Soaking my coffee;
Can bring epiphanies,
And lines call butterflies;
In my stomach, I feel it glide,
While love rushed into my lifestyle,
Who could recognize me?
Without love,
Or without my butterflies,
That streams my essence,
Each time I soak coffee...
Then secretly pronounce your name.
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