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Yesterday. All day

Yesterday. All day

Lots of memories
not much sense
this haze gives me
the strangest comfort
unexplainable -
just like watching water.

I've woken with
black city grime under the tips
of my fingernails
and I'm pissing orange
on this bloodless
Sunday

All day
under the fastest clouds
I try and recover myself .
Many people have died
on days like this
but I think I may just make it
Written by 123 (tejean)
Published | Edited 9th Jul 2013
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