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Jul 2013
wake up and roll over,
press your face against the glass,
breathe in,
breathe out so that it fogs,
just enough to where you can only see,
half of the face,
looking back at you.

and even though you can only see,
half of that face,
you still hate it,
and you turn over,
and fall back to sleep.
Written by
L  27/F/Boston
(27/F/Boston)   
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   jude rigor
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