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take me for a broken porcelain mug, used one too many times, used because every other glass was gone, stained with coffee left cold for too long. pieces and parts chipped away they cut corners of your lips and fingertips. perhaps i was like this when you took me home, perhaps you didn't notice, perhaps i didn't either.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
12/01/15
take me for a broken porcelain mug, used one too many times, used because every other glass was gone, stained with coffee left cold for too long. pieces and parts chipped away they cut corners of your lips and fingertips. perhaps i was like this when you took me home, perhaps you didn't notice, perhaps i didn't either.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
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