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
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
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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