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it’s a new morning I sit in the new chair wrapped in the old red blanket listening to new jazz touching new words to paper pushing old thoughts out into the new light of day darkness is receding – fleeing that is why I like this time because it is as if light is coming after the darkness with a f**king frying pan in its hand and darkness is running like hell it is a new morning and if I keep watch in it there will be new moments for me to live
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
a new morning
it’s a new morning I sit in the new chair wrapped in the old red blanket listening to new jazz touching new words to paper pushing old thoughts out into the new light of day darkness is receding – fleeing that is why I like this time because it is as if light is coming after the darkness with a f**king frying pan in its hand and darkness is running like hell it is a new morning and if I keep watch in it there will be new moments for me to live
shea-eugene
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
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