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Your morning breath could beat all others Even on ogre who never knew toothpaste It would make me want to turn my head and wretch I used to dread waking up before you I would have to lay there and endure this torture until you awakened But now, I know how lucky I was How lucky to be able to smell your morning breath every morning To wake up to you, to the sweet bacteria that grew in your mouth all night I would kiss you now, kiss you till my face turned purple Though my eyes would water and my stomach would turn I would smell your morning breath night and day Just to have all of you back Never again will that sweet, sour stench pass my ungrateful nostrils And I miss it I miss you Even the smell of your stinky morning breath
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC
Morning breath
Your morning breath could beat all others Even on ogre who never knew toothpaste It would make me want to turn my head and wretch I used to dread waking up before you I would have to lay there and endure this torture until you awakened But now, I know how lucky I was How lucky to be able to smell your morning breath every morning To wake up to you, to the sweet bacteria that grew in your mouth all night I would kiss you now, kiss you till my face turned purple Though my eyes would water and my stomach would turn I would smell your morning breath night and day Just to have all of you back Never again will that sweet, sour stench pass my ungrateful nostrils And I miss it I miss you Even the smell of your stinky morning breath
emily-jenkins
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC
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