Do you remember that coffee shop where we used to go?
The blind waitress with her pink dress, the big white owl on the counter, books all over the tables, scattered coffee tears on the floor, dark blues music, and a white clown sitting alone sipping his empty, broken cup.
Do you remember the umbra of my ill soul?
No, darling, I don't recall those sides of your life you have advised me from opening your secret doors, and I trusted you.

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