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Ve VAŠEM prostoru redakce Totemu nezodpovídá za obsah jednotlivých příspěvků. |
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You pointed To an ashtray With your cigarette alit Gently touching its rim And you touched The subject Of yours and hers
She put her cappuccino cup Held in both hands Keeping them warm Close to her lips So that Her nose Could smell it And so could my eyes
She hesitated For a while And put it down Without sipping Or saying a word With a smile She smiled And so you did And so did I
And then There She kissed you Unlike The cappuccino cup But still With all the gentleness She would provide To its edge And its cinnamon foam Or to my Cappuccino Love. |
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