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Mar 2017
There's Honeycomb stains
in my drained coffee!
Twisting amber lines on porcelain
so faint the eye barely sees!
What, don't believe me?
So I'm gonna drain cup after cup
all so you can see;
Golden honeycomb stains
in my drained, love-sweetend coffee.
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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