the cup of coffee I brewed when I got home
the cup of coffee I brewed when I got home

I’ve said “I need coffee” at least four times since we got up.

Together.

We stop a Wawa for gas.

You come out with a cup of coffee.

For YOU.

Do you really have an attitude because I don’t hug or kiss you goodbye?

fuck outta here…

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