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Its 6AM again and the cigarette laced ashtray is smoking There's a joint burned down to the roach Through the foggy room, lurching, tired and choking I sift through forums seeking a reproach Harold Melvin and The Blue Notes from the speaker, I'm forlorn My eyes are red and I am in need of rest I peep through the dingy curtains, the world at peace and I feel scorn The ******* keeps my heart rapid in my chest Feral cats quarrel and screech through the alleyway, maddening Gentle hum from a depression creeping The abuse of my body on these long summer nights, is saddening A shot to the arm and finally, I'm sleeping
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
A Certain Sense of Failure As The Sun Rises and Another Sleepless Night Passes (A Love Letter To The Golden Light in My Life)
Its 6AM again and the cigarette laced ashtray is smoking There's a joint burned down to the roach Through the foggy room, lurching, tired and choking I sift through forums seeking a reproach Harold Melvin and The Blue Notes from the speaker, I'm forlorn My eyes are red and I am in need of rest I peep through the dingy curtains, the world at peace and I feel scorn The ******* keeps my heart rapid in my chest Feral cats quarrel and screech through the alleyway, maddening Gentle hum from a depression creeping The abuse of my body on these long summer nights, is saddening A shot to the arm and finally, I'm sleeping
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English
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
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