The rusty bell on the door rung,
And the light filtered through the glass pane.
The school girl walked in crutches and in pain.
And asked for a cup of coffee and bun.

The foam bubbled in melancholic promise,
As the girl sipped the burning liquid,
Her sour face shifted,
To a meditated feeling of solace.

She sighed as she reclined in her chair,
As the senses beyond relief began to flare.

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