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Nov 2013
The bags under my eyes
Feel like they're being packed
For a very long trip
I told myself I wouldn't drink for a full week
Every morning of this week
Heartburn wakes me on schedule
Around four in the morning
To remind me to have a glass of water
It's not that I don't care
It's just that I don't know what to care about
Or it just doesn't seem obvious to me
Or it just doesn't seem like very much fun
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Regional SF Portcullis  A Subatomic Particle
(A Subatomic Particle)   
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   Shaina
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