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Before the World Wakes Up
unlocked of chains each morning
my mind is freshly out of it's shower
soaked all night in spinal fluid
let's dry off with a cup of sunrise coffee
cat whines and yelps for crunch
this day starts off with the fading feelings
leftover from the distancing of my fresh dream
my subconcious slipping away
but here I hold a string I left there
if I could only pull mysel...
Sunday 28th July 2019 2:02 pm
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