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At least the coffee's hot and understands me unlike today that just backhands me, Is it too early for a glass of wine? My life gets stuck on tic tac toe a no win, no win, no point to go on, but I go on because I'm an awkward cuss. I saw the universe come to a stop, but it started up again ( explain that one Brian *** ) Should I, should I not have another from the coffee *** I'm watching clouds break up a bit like lovers do, slowly disentangling, to be alone to be at home with oneself. I need to, want to, got to, soon. Let's celebrate underneath those arches where our dreams dreamed with the Moon. Friday clicks the switch Rik says, " Robinson, You're such a ***** " I mention jam which is what I feel I'm in. but It'll pass, immortalised or turn to gas either way Friday is here until midnight.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
When is it time to go home?
At least the coffee's hot and understands me unlike today that just backhands me, Is it too early for a glass of wine? My life gets stuck on tic tac toe a no win, no win, no point to go on, but I go on because I'm an awkward cuss. I saw the universe come to a stop, but it started up again ( explain that one Brian *** ) Should I, should I not have another from the coffee *** I'm watching clouds break up a bit like lovers do, slowly disentangling, to be alone to be at home with oneself. I need to, want to, got to, soon. Let's celebrate underneath those arches where our dreams dreamed with the Moon. Friday clicks the switch Rik says, " Robinson, You're such a ***** " I mention jam which is what I feel I'm in. but It'll pass, immortalised or turn to gas either way Friday is here until midnight.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
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