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what, already that aroma; not a single spoon of sugar: the better the awakening; my coffee grinning, shaking me there's no way to backtrack; I'm sipping from b-cups, kicking into gear... flash forward; (flesh in the background) absentmindedly chasing destination instead of destiny, always in a hurry coffee drops now drying up disheveled, the only ones still keeping memory of lips retreating like the waves caressing shores goodbye long gone is the reflection undulating eyes thoughts are perched on mornings: the old ones, the upcoming...
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
The Grind
what, already that aroma; not a single spoon of sugar: the better the awakening; my coffee grinning, shaking me there's no way to backtrack; I'm sipping from b-cups, kicking into gear... flash forward; (flesh in the background) absentmindedly chasing destination instead of destiny, always in a hurry coffee drops now drying up disheveled, the only ones still keeping memory of lips retreating like the waves caressing shores goodbye long gone is the reflection undulating eyes thoughts are perched on mornings: the old ones, the upcoming...
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
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