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The morning brings headaches, Black bruises, and stains From long-soaking spills, Crumbs ground into carpets by stumbling heels, Meaningless messages scrawled careless on walls were Written by bored ******** waiting to fall. A cake is uneaten on the floor, overturned, On the counter behind it the cutlery, spurned, Is covered in ***** the Price of a night spent Waiting for comets.
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Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 9:18 AM UTC
Every Night
The morning brings headaches, Black bruises, and stains From long-soaking spills, Crumbs ground into carpets by stumbling heels, Meaningless messages scrawled careless on walls were Written by bored ******** waiting to fall. A cake is uneaten on the floor, overturned, On the counter behind it the cutlery, spurned, Is covered in ***** the Price of a night spent Waiting for comets.
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Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 9:18 AM UTC
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