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Standing on my windowsill Your breakfast blend the only name on my lips How I wash my exponential coffee cup With cold rain water Just to splash me down As it falls to the ground Rolling off that fated roof, and feeling amiss For that is that, and this is this
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
How I Feel This Morning
Standing on my windowsill Your breakfast blend the only name on my lips How I wash my exponential coffee cup With cold rain water Just to splash me down As it falls to the ground Rolling off that fated roof, and feeling amiss For that is that, and this is this
The separation is clearer now. But I'll tell ya a secret...although I'd like to, I don't write fiction.
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colmistoirm
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
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