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Jun 2014
My eyes have just seen the littlest bit of the new day.
My lips just touched the morning cigarette.
My body barely functioning as I stretch away the night before.  
You hit me like a ton of bricks.
Your name and the past filled my head again.  
So early this time.
You didn't even give me a chance to fully grasp the daylight.
Not Patty
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