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The DazeI'm sick of this day at sunrise. / And there’s no cigarette to smoke / within a walkings distance

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My Horrendous LullabyI end my nights in racket / with my only comfort in / what some call screams.

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Sunday MorningsYou gave me the Y / and the ability to ponder. / Why is it so hazy

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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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