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Apr 2016
the ghostly thin layer of condensation
gathers on the transparent plastic
there are no ice cubes in sight
it can't be cold
but it can't be warm
the muddy brown liquid confounds me
and there's only one question on my mind...

is that chocolate milk or room-temperature coffee?
s/o to atticus why do u drink coffee out of a camelback
Written by
Katie Hall
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