Shoelaces and coffee beans

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Reads 35
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Parts 12
Time 9m

coffee happy maybe mood paint poetry regalawards2018 sad shoelaces yellow

words seem to stick to me like paint 
that rubs off every once and a while to make something beautiful 
and sometimes 
it just clogs me upAll Rights Reserved

coffee happy maybe mood paint poetry regalawards2018 sad shoelaces yellow

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