I Take a Nap at Starbucks

Sink Sink Sink my soul is sucked down to the bottom of a bottomless dream but lifted up by a hard black sofa floating oh~ a little boat floating on the surface of people's low whispers while music --- a brisk piece of piano solo dances across my face like a Hawaiian breeze

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