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Nov 2016
Sunlight shining through my curtains like fire on eyelids reaching over this empty bed in which I lay. The smell of fresh coffee fills the intoxicating  smoke filled air I breathe lighting that morning cigarette. Exhale interrupted by a sudden cough followed by a sigh. The clock ticks 6am. I'd rather be asleep.
Nathan Wischropp
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Nathan Wischropp  Springfield
(Springfield)   
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   Doug Potter
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