13 July 2012
24 years old and my knees crack Without a hint of time I sigh louder than That clock With its fucking noise I cannot yawn but my eyes droop heavily Into a gulp And a restless gulp at that and booze With silence Life is louder than noise The morning Redeems with an
And butter And toast And my feet scratch angrily Against each other Lacking a warmth less than 5 metres away Must I sleep and let death In
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