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I met her in a line for expensive coffee picked by honest hands she wore a scarf from morocco where she had never been or smelled she says her name as if her mind were elsewhere so I smile and nod and turn and look at the ground thinking of pink stratus clouds
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
coffee line
I met her in a line for expensive coffee picked by honest hands she wore a scarf from morocco where she had never been or smelled she says her name as if her mind were elsewhere so I smile and nod and turn and look at the ground thinking of pink stratus clouds
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
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