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*Cold caffeine Warm room Rain outside my windowsill Quite chill Somber tune Waterfall which turns to snow Hissing heat Radiates Truth until it’s known to me That underneath Every tire Grinds the morning words to speak*
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Morning Experience
*Cold caffeine Warm room Rain outside my windowsill Quite chill Somber tune Waterfall which turns to snow Hissing heat Radiates Truth until it’s known to me That underneath Every tire Grinds the morning words to speak*
Grind
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colmistoirm
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
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