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He sips at a coffee He won't waste. Is the milk rotten? Doesn't matter. He's Had that before. Nice now, to have food In the kitchen. He chuckles in a developed Version of how he used to. Pitch rising at the end. He's happier now That hungry haze Has lifted. That dark *** fiend Who used to tease me- He's gone. Or maybe stifled By the angel. But God, His hugs still crush me. Those hugs are the same. The eyes are the same. The story is the same.
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Rotten Coffee?
He sips at a coffee He won't waste. Is the milk rotten? Doesn't matter. He's Had that before. Nice now, to have food In the kitchen. He chuckles in a developed Version of how he used to. Pitch rising at the end. He's happier now That hungry haze Has lifted. That dark *** fiend Who used to tease me- He's gone. Or maybe stifled By the angel. But God, His hugs still crush me. Those hugs are the same. The eyes are the same. The story is the same.
olivia-mccann
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
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