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Johnny Cammish

Johnny Cammish

Coffee

Coffee is something of a ritual
Standing tall, I repeat the mantra:
“Flat White Please”
 
Sometimes to go but best to stay
As I sit and stare at your eyes
Gently sipping the coffee but
Drinking deep of your company
And listen rapt to your every thought
With mimicry of my own
As I desperately try
To keep you interested
 
It will never go anywhere,
Not with anyone,
But in these moments
Beauty is my god

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Cirque De Steak

Cirque De Steak

 9y

I'm not normally one to comment, but I just wanted to let you know that your construction and choice of words is awesome in this piece. Nice work man.

Johnny Cammish

Johnny Cammish

 9y

Thank you! Your kind words are appreciated.

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