I read the dancing steam
above my coffee cup,
and I still drank it,
the wax hardened my tongue,
and my glands exploded,
maybe that’s the story you’ll tell
when they ask us how we met.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
I read the dancing steam
above my coffee cup,
and I still drank it,
the wax hardened my tongue,
and my glands exploded,
maybe that’s the story you’ll tell
when they ask us how we met.
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