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That leftover warmth on disordered bedclothes; the leftover smell of sleep. Tumbling through crushing darkness; stumbling over silent exploding lights. The reek of sterile sunlight; frosted windows so ***** that they're clean.
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
Fogged-up Glasses
That leftover warmth on disordered bedclothes; the leftover smell of sleep. Tumbling through crushing darkness; stumbling over silent exploding lights. The reek of sterile sunlight; frosted windows so ***** that they're clean.
boyfinch
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
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