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in silent slumber slowly awakens wrapped in a cotton cocoon; the sweet smells of sleep seducing the senses forget the sour notes those bitter fruits the disjointed limbs the ***** that yawn in the trickle of yesterday laid to waste burnt in the unforgiving ash; a misplaced cigarette and the wine rediscovered hiding in the cupboard which tasted of vinegar savour the new day the awakening the red dawn revel in the mystery girl face-palm-plant the lost chances the razor sharp wit lost in the sugar syrup of many a Mojito; the things I could've said, I should've said fumble in the blur another Sunday morning; the day after the night before.
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 6:20 AM UTC
The Day After the Night Before
in silent slumber slowly awakens wrapped in a cotton cocoon; the sweet smells of sleep seducing the senses forget the sour notes those bitter fruits the disjointed limbs the ***** that yawn in the trickle of yesterday laid to waste burnt in the unforgiving ash; a misplaced cigarette and the wine rediscovered hiding in the cupboard which tasted of vinegar savour the new day the awakening the red dawn revel in the mystery girl face-palm-plant the lost chances the razor sharp wit lost in the sugar syrup of many a Mojito; the things I could've said, I should've said fumble in the blur another Sunday morning; the day after the night before.
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DBeard
Scottish
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 6:20 AM UTC
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