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The coffee beans jump into the machine
each turn into thousands
the towel dried hours ago
no one seems to bother to take it inside
I swing my legs to the noise, the rhythm hasn't caught up to me
Mundane conversation but a blur
At least the coffee smell nice
Oh look, a pile of carrots
A Â dog comes to sniff it
I wonder what it thinks
why would a dog hate the smell?
We speak the same tongue
our hunger and thirst are all the same
we love the common ground
but the noise is louderÂ
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