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Under a bold lettering of pinholes   A night time sky cast in early essence Lay - infog.the remains of a broken bell   Hidden in a lost hum of silence,    The first cries- a grebe or grieve.. For the time to rest our eyes is over The blue starts to show again, slowly Whats waiting in an envelope, Fortune cookie type numbers odometer Coffee Our radio kicking back into itself Folk take buses , trains, automobiles Some walk- others sleep And i . Breathe And cough Put my shoes back on Come to a stop to- Wait in line for a cigar Go home and climb sore, not soar Aching- into the only bed i long for My dreams
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
The first bird of the morning
Under a bold lettering of pinholes   A night time sky cast in early essence Lay - infog.the remains of a broken bell   Hidden in a lost hum of silence,    The first cries- a grebe or grieve.. For the time to rest our eyes is over The blue starts to show again, slowly Whats waiting in an envelope, Fortune cookie type numbers odometer Coffee Our radio kicking back into itself Folk take buses , trains, automobiles Some walk- others sleep And i . Breathe And cough Put my shoes back on Come to a stop to- Wait in line for a cigar Go home and climb sore, not soar Aching- into the only bed i long for My dreams
#love#life#death#beautiful#real#night#morning#monotony
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
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