Cinnamon chin
wide grin, sugar hit
far-flung wrapper
in the waste bin
like a little kid
Little pastry, cup of coffee
couple dollars out of money
but my morning's awfully boring
and cinnamon
sounds
good.
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Author:
Noveyre (
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