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[28 Mar 2006|02:10pm] |
the whipped cream has melted the whiteness broken by the rivers of coffee which streams against the glass cold with condensation small bubbles forming
and with a quick couple swirls with the straw, it all is smoothed and blended in a color i can not name
it has now been exactly twenty four hours it is like a bite from a whip which only had stung at first but now burns, long after the lash had since fallen
they can not break me i will not fall i will remain standing
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