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I am morning A cellphone tucked inside my pocket Who watches the watch kissing my wrist While putting my glasses on I am morning A cellphone a watch my glasses. I am a watch A short hand pointing on 3 Reclining my back on the long hand touching 12 Waiting for my cell phone’s ring, my mother Watches me putting my glasses on I am a watch my glasses a cellphone. I am my glasses Watching myself on the black glass, the mirror My cellphone’s off Ring. Ring. Ring. But glasses don’t ring They just watch, watching the watcher, My mother’s ring are my glasses, while I am morning.
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
I am morning
I am morning A cellphone tucked inside my pocket Who watches the watch kissing my wrist While putting my glasses on I am morning A cellphone a watch my glasses. I am a watch A short hand pointing on 3 Reclining my back on the long hand touching 12 Waiting for my cell phone’s ring, my mother Watches me putting my glasses on I am a watch my glasses a cellphone. I am my glasses Watching myself on the black glass, the mirror My cellphone’s off Ring. Ring. Ring. But glasses don’t ring They just watch, watching the watcher, My mother’s ring are my glasses, while I am morning.
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
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