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Photophobe
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stupid alarms.
always waken me up.
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blown cherry
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don't set them then!
You might miss all your classes, and you'd probably be fired, but hey, no more alarms right?
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020510
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blown cherry
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Wake Up
by Eskimo Joe
Hey there young girl
Throw it up here and I'll catch it in my tree
Throw it higher
If you bring a ladder then we can be near
It's no secret
I tell you all about it on your next birthday
You wont believe it
There is one thing that you can do for me
Let me show you what it is
When I wake up in the morning
You look so good
You look so good
When I get up and I'm yawning
You look so good
You look so good to me
Hey there I know
Everybody else tends to get up too late
Wear our blue jeans
You keep a lot of pockets and some pants that big
Breakfast
Oh no
You think I could have just an extra piece
We should go home
There is one thing that you can do for me
Let me show you what it is
When I wake up in the morning
You look so good
You look so good
When I get up and I'm yawning
You look so good
You look so good to me
You won't believe it
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blown cherry
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your skin, your 3 days of stubble, yesterdays hair gel and badly in need of a haircut. Your atrociously lovely morning breath and a million cuddles.
You still look good to me.
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blown cherry
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how long will it be before I stop waking up wishing I were dead?
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flowerock
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“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
that extra hour of sleep, a sweet eternity. interuppted by the grain of boogie in your eye, wipe it away, now yawn into your hand, infinite breath. read blake with your coffee.
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flowerock
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“If a thing loves, it is infinite.”
― William Blake
goes well with hot coffee on a chilly misty morning. coconut milk, maca, and ginger. that's infinite yumminess.
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flowerock
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“A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.”
― William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
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n o m
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give me poetry any morning
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n o m
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err afternoon
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flowerock
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“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.”
― William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
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flowerock
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The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest. -William_Blake
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