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Wake up, head pounding, throat on fire; the air's too bright. Check where you are, check what is on you --clothing or otherwise-- hands croak for water, trembling weakly; bottles of liquor, open at random; pick your way through the jungle of clothing; single shoes scattered. A book, earmarked maybe, from another life.
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
Morning
Wake up, head pounding, throat on fire; the air's too bright. Check where you are, check what is on you --clothing or otherwise-- hands croak for water, trembling weakly; bottles of liquor, open at random; pick your way through the jungle of clothing; single shoes scattered. A book, earmarked maybe, from another life.
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
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