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Nov 2016
My body isn't fooled by this time change.
I know what time it used to be.

My eyes weigh heavy behind day dreams of my bed.

Flannel penguin sheets, watching YouTube videos, drinking a water, and smoking a cigarette after smoking some ****.

When I finally lay down, my nose is cold as it peeks out of the covers.
My furnace still isn't working properly.

Good thing I've never been able to sleep when it's hot any way.
I welcome you, November.
Chameleon
Written by
Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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   K G, --- and Keith Wilson
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