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Can you smell the decaf in coffee breath or palpate the aesthetic in clothes bought secondhand the former amidst those groaning to work praying to caffeine gods to jolt nerves into existence the latter walking through shopping malls spying the guise on mannequins without frays and tears mocking the Dickensian reflection. Is the placebo the one without the caffeine rush and the credit card debt or is it the one who believes it will all make them happier in the end.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC
Decaf Coffee Breath
Can you smell the decaf in coffee breath or palpate the aesthetic in clothes bought secondhand the former amidst those groaning to work praying to caffeine gods to jolt nerves into existence the latter walking through shopping malls spying the guise on mannequins without frays and tears mocking the Dickensian reflection. Is the placebo the one without the caffeine rush and the credit card debt or is it the one who believes it will all make them happier in the end.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC
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