Starbucks,
I remember when i met you,
you were very small and you cried a lot
sitting on top of the dryer
I took you down and put you on the ground
you jumped on my leg so i picked you up
you kissed me
breath smelling like
you died by getting hit by a car
always wearing a blue collar
and smelling like soap or grass
always eating what i ate
my school buddy always in my pocket
R.I.P my little buddy Starbucks.
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