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Hey barista
I see you pouring confessions
I know everybody’s got their own
I witness everybody swallowing them
Yeah people come and they go
Lips praying on pristine teacups
It’s an instant private moment
I walk away in this hymn alone
I guess we’ve all got our own religion.
_boybrains
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