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Feb 2019
I skipped my first alarm this morning
I wasn't ready to open my eyes to a blank phone
Less ready to admit I cling to it
Can't fathom I cling to you

Now its time for work
And I only have time
To worry about my eggs
A new hope?  Or ever more lost?
ZenOfferings
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ZenOfferings  St. Louis, Missouri
(St. Louis, Missouri)   
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