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by Selfrejected Feb 18, 2013 category : Life, society / other
When the words met pen And all that came out Meant nothing I knew today Like most Would hold torment At my front door I step out The cold Biting at me Every piece of relevance Freezing and breaking A tumultuous look back At all that is to proceed Oh, the day It pleads Oh, my body It pleads Go back to sleep Maybe, I just need To stop forgetting my morning coffee