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Every morning when I hide my untie Turn on a podcast out the door And stumble through the cold In my secretly Italian coat I leave with coffee Hot poured with opinions over sleep And my inner child switches on the N64 Pours hinself some chocolate milk And gloats Holding his eternal freedom over me
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
Inner Child, Gloating While Playing N64