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The Daze
I'm sick of this day at sunrise. / And there’s no cigarette to smoke / within a walkings distance
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Dec 8, 2011
Sunday Mornings
You gave me the Y / and the ability to ponder. / Why is it so hazy
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May 30, 2011
My Morning Friend.
It is no later than 7:30, the drone / of your box louder than the alarm / that I throw across the room
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May 30, 2011
My Horrendous Lullaby
I end my nights in racket / with my only comfort in / what some call screams.
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May 30, 2011
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