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Coffeehouse Writer
There's a boy in a coffeehouse booth
Who's determined to be Dostoevsky
Intently he writes golden words
Into a yellow legal pad
His gaze meets yours
And you realize he has eyes
Like an old man
But he's just a teen
Projecting his old soul
Through his words
But he's just a teen
Projecting his old soul
Through his words
Oh, you captured the boy, the man, the soul, beautifully with this.