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tea

stale as the caffeine thats
sat in its cup for weeks
think I need a drink
or just some sleep
but neither seem to be
its gone to a waste
much like my mental state
tell you the truth this poem
wont make as much sense to me
as what it does to you
Written by vermillion (nobody272)
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