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Waking wasted to mornings that bleed together and morph into the serial numbness of xerox days shredded into bleak similarity. How wonderful it would be to awaken into the dreamy strangeness of a fresh and vivid new life. Not impossible. You can't be sure until your eyes open. Perhaps tomorrow. ~mce
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Xeroxly Optimistic
Waking wasted to mornings that bleed together and morph into the serial numbness of xerox days shredded into bleak similarity. How wonderful it would be to awaken into the dreamy strangeness of a fresh and vivid new life. Not impossible. You can't be sure until your eyes open. Perhaps tomorrow. ~mce
mike-essig
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
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