(Inspired by Bank Square, Beacon, NY )
I met my friends at the coffee shop,
And there we spoke and laughed and mused,
On matters dear and things less clear,
On simple quips and mortal truths,
We scratched the surface, bleeding drops,
Of newfound kinship's lasting stain.
I met my friends at the coffee shop.
Hence, from that hour, they still remain.
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