Your lips, they touch a decent line,
Of coffee cups and mine,
They don't just recognise ceramic,
But also howl and mimic.
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Noxious weed and toxic shroud,
Inhaling depth,
Exhaling death.Every cloud does not have a silver line,
You broke your promise to keep mine,
How are you so rigid, a stone boy,
Grow up and be a man without decoy.˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
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