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dizzying drips in the espresso's wake pool of foam on the counter's face facade of daily blather hiss of saucer's edge rusty change scattered loose. in this, I find the mystery of human use. what we're for why we're there the arm that pours the lips that curve the standing, tired legs that shout "I serve." "I did it." and "I'm  f****ing out."
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Coffee B****
dizzying drips in the espresso's wake pool of foam on the counter's face facade of daily blather hiss of saucer's edge rusty change scattered loose. in this, I find the mystery of human use. what we're for why we're there the arm that pours the lips that curve the standing, tired legs that shout "I serve." "I did it." and "I'm  f****ing out."
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
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