coffee, cream, and sugar
I like my coffee to be the color of my skin
and it may be a little too sweet for you
and I would make it even sweeter
but cavities worry me
pinot noir, pot, and paranoia
Sometimes my lips and teeth are the same color
and cigarettes aren't the only thing I smoke
These days I'd just rather be alone
I might not replace my phone
fourteen, twenty-eight, and beyond
I get crushes and it's like I'm still in junior high
none of my crushes liked me in junior high
I graduated ten years ago
so I'm wiping the slate clean
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