the coffee filter hardly worked
the grounds bombard my throat
i fiddle with things on my desk
and the tissues in my pocket
if nothing matters,
why am i so worried?
i may need more water.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
the coffee filter hardly worked
the grounds bombard my throat
i fiddle with things on my desk
and the tissues in my pocket
if nothing matters,
why am i so worried?
i may need more water.
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