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Feb 2014
cookies crumbling in my mouth
tea burning my teeth
slowly making the cookie crumbles
melt onto my gums...
i sat layed on my old couch
next to the big window
in the living room
the sunset creeping through the curtains
painting my skin gold
the tea fumes
slowlyΒ Β disapearing into the thin air
......
i wondered
and wondered
"why?"
....
"i dont know"
responding to my own
question
laughing softly...
the tv was on
playing a movie
my eyes tired
my hands sinking in my couch...
happy..
happy..
REAL
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