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Apr 2018
Clouds in my coffee
Coffee in  my veins
When did it get to this point of pain?
Snapshots of time
That reminds us of our prime
Green grass
and a tight ***
What happens after?
Forced into what we don’t want to do
Forced to follow social cues
Acting like high fools
Hugs and drugs and electronic bugs
Stuck in our heads
Like plastic in seabeds
Written by
Great Pretender
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