I fell in love with a barista
The kind with a beret on her head
and a very cold stare
but I didn't care.
I'm not sure
if it was the spell of the brew
or her flats and tight jeans
that blew my mind to smithereens.
My coffee wasn't free
but I didn't care
until she added some cream
and ended my dream.
I prefer my coffee black.
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