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Jun 1
I drink a lot these early mornings
6am and the crack of a hard cider
cuts through the still empty morning haze
bottle caps fill my sink clogging the drain
When does the fog clear?
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shadowedsilhouette
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     Shadows, Maybelater2 and lumen
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