polka dotted tongue, onion ringed eyes.
we drink coffee from the same cup.
you say sweet.
i say bitter.
maybe its more than just tastebuds.
we watch the afternoon go by.
sip and twist that straw.
you make me see, that
we're grasping at more than just empty straws.
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