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Take me to that place I go to when I close my eyes where the pillow is cold on both sides the morning is always met with the smell of fresh coffee, and when philosophy consists of acoustic renditions of my favorite music, and not the need to understand.
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 12:28 AM UTC
Without a thought
Take me to that place I go to when I close my eyes where the pillow is cold on both sides the morning is always met with the smell of fresh coffee, and when philosophy consists of acoustic renditions of my favorite music, and not the need to understand.
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 12:28 AM UTC
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