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The first rays of sun falling over the pots kept on the windowsill I can hear the flowers stretching out after a nice, cosy sleepy fill. "Good morning little ones", I wish while watering them for the day, I can sense them glee, "You too, Mr. Nice Guy", I imagine them say. Getting ready for a bath, I could feel cold droplets of water splashing over my body. My new soap of lemongrass, smells refreshing. The toaster tings with two pieces out, And a bowl of milk with fruit loops. Getting dressed for work, tying the tie, Slipping the leather belt through the hoops. A fresh pair of socks near my shoes, so shiny, I could see my reflection, I think I forgot to comb my hair, but I am perfect with this imperfection. Tap my car remote and it unlocks, I sit in it comfortably, rev it up a little Start driving on the road, straight on but the distance seems abysmal. It suddenly starts to darken in front, The chills hitting me suddenly, I wake up from my dream, still in dark, feeling cold and in agony.
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
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The first rays of sun falling over the pots kept on the windowsill I can hear the flowers stretching out after a nice, cosy sleepy fill. "Good morning little ones", I wish while watering them for the day, I can sense them glee, "You too, Mr. Nice Guy", I imagine them say. Getting ready for a bath, I could feel cold droplets of water splashing over my body. My new soap of lemongrass, smells refreshing. The toaster tings with two pieces out, And a bowl of milk with fruit loops. Getting dressed for work, tying the tie, Slipping the leather belt through the hoops. A fresh pair of socks near my shoes, so shiny, I could see my reflection, I think I forgot to comb my hair, but I am perfect with this imperfection. Tap my car remote and it unlocks, I sit in it comfortably, rev it up a little Start driving on the road, straight on but the distance seems abysmal. It suddenly starts to darken in front, The chills hitting me suddenly, I wake up from my dream, still in dark, feeling cold and in agony.
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
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