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He dresses quickly Though he knows not what for With no where to be, he creeps slowly across the linoleum floor Dwelling despised; he drowns In coffee always Black The bitter elixir stings his throat Keeping him wired for reasons unknown And as he looks through The window's covered face He sighs What a terrible pleasure to be alive
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
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He dresses quickly Though he knows not what for With no where to be, he creeps slowly across the linoleum floor Dwelling despised; he drowns In coffee always Black The bitter elixir stings his throat Keeping him wired for reasons unknown And as he looks through The window's covered face He sighs What a terrible pleasure to be alive
eric-hormuth
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
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