Stray
Weather is chilly-fine
-dress light for a walk.
-I bring coffee cups
-to rim, full of vodka.
-Here, there we stop,
-I steal but return
-kisses to warm us up.
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Brilliant pace and creative lines that usher in the impact of the last line. Very innovative!