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Cup after cup. From the bottom of a well lined with discarded mugs from memorabilia shops I strain my eyes and through my tangled eyelashes I fight for vision between sun rays. The world might always smell like coffee gone cold.
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
From a Dream
Cup after cup. From the bottom of a well lined with discarded mugs from memorabilia shops I strain my eyes and through my tangled eyelashes I fight for vision between sun rays. The world might always smell like coffee gone cold.
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Wtfcatalina
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
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