Heaven This heavenly place, Somewhere I always show my face. It's made of beauty, And it almost seems my duty, At least once a week, I'm like a personal critique... Ok well maybe not, I cannot criticise a lot. It's my second home, It's like an addiction syndrome. Relaxing and chilled, A main aim of leaving me thrilled. And it never fails, Just like in all the fairytales. The music so calm, Like a massage and soothing balm. Headaches disappear, The best medicine of the year. Starbucks is all that, It's my natural habitat.
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