( coffee ) | empty - dead battery

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𓁹 𓁹
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in this ghost town of mine.
everyone wakes up at nine,
tired til a cup of coffee enters our bloodstream.
and that's when a burst of adrenaline blends in.

the streets are only occupied when it's raining.
tears are no longer seen.
may I extend my shoulder for you to cry on.
we are insubstantial in this thread.
falling apart once the damage is imminent.
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song inspo: monotype by noosa

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