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I feel like the cardboard sleeve wrapped around a cold cup of coffee Brown stained light brown Slipping off but staying there when the cup is placed on the table I feel like the lid stained with lips Buttons pressed by boredom White impressions on white plastic telling you to recycle
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
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I feel like the cardboard sleeve wrapped around a cold cup of coffee Brown stained light brown Slipping off but staying there when the cup is placed on the table I feel like the lid stained with lips Buttons pressed by boredom White impressions on white plastic telling you to recycle
keith-may
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
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