A literal bowl of coffee, warm, on a very cold day, chipped nail polish and layers, hat and gloves off for a wee while. The best company in a large city, a city which could be my city, I would call it my own. There’s something about German cities that always gets to me, they want to belong to me or for me to belong to them.
But I wouldn’t do it alone, I need you to belong too, for now our city is grey. Undoubtedly my bowl is full, yet I still day dream. For today we drink together a bowl full of coffee in our borrowed city.
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