Coffee (Remove filter)
Nero to Zero
I’m sat in Nero
My mac is absent
But I have tortoise shell specs
Coffee cups
A pen and pad
Filled with nothing but endless to do lists
Productivity promises
And I’ve just finished a tub of hummus
I think I qualify right?
A wispy voiced limp haired Lolita soundtracks this cliche
As overpriced
Over spiced
Panini, chai’s and muffin tops
Plonk and plop
On marble topped tables
Tuesday 5th August 2014 12:03 am
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