Lungs and Coffee Cups
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MatureOngoing11m
Last published Thu, Oct 19, 2017
"I believe we hold our feelings in our lungs, and at the bottom of empty coffee cups"
The life and writings of j.l., a book of poetry containing absolute devastation and pure joy.
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