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Aug 2013
Cigarette smoke
burns my eyes
swallows my face
in his basement
Laughter
so loud
Floating in a glass
of wine
You tried to splash me
But it slipped from your finger tips
and shattered against the floor
In the morning we will wake
and try not to step in last night's mess
We always try not to step into last night
but we always do...
like there's no way around it
We always step into last night
Trip and fall into last night
Cigarette smoke
burns my eyes
swallows my face
in his basement
here we go again
it never really ends
I just want to wake up in the morning
Sweep last night into an old dust pan
Shake it into the garbage can
And leave it there
Wander into tomorrow
Where everything is new
Different
Undiscovered
Waiting
I know there is a tomorrow waiting for us
Am I the only one who is waiting,
to find it?
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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