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Morning
I wake, but do not.
I remind myself of myself,
Then foam my mouth,
Till it turns pink.
I pluck my eyes from a coffin,
Put them in their place.
Then shed my skin and myself,
Become a grey slate.
Finally tie a striped noose,
And slip off the edge.
Published 7th Aug 2015
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7th Aug 2015 4:08pm
7th Aug 2015 5:21pm
7th Aug 2015 9:29pm
Interesting way of describing a morning routine...
Looking in a mirror
brushing teeth
donning contacts or glasses
showering and dressing
with a tie to
meet the masses
Interesting! Thanks for sharing
Looking in a mirror
brushing teeth
donning contacts or glasses
showering and dressing
with a tie to
meet the masses
Interesting! Thanks for sharing
YES! I was wondering if someone would get it, thanks for looking between the words! And clever little rhyme there, too ^ . ^
8th Aug 2015 2:57am
