The smell of crisp morning air smacked me in the face this morning.. The sounds of rustling leafs and squawking guineas... The smell of sulfur and regret. The smell of compressed gas and the sound of a weak heart... The whisper of lies and the taste of fellico.. Smothered with blankets cause it's so cold. Calling in today I will be a no show.. Ooh I will! I might...   Good morning world or is it goodnight?
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