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DAY AFTER

Slow mind motion
Time passes quickly now
Only loud music
Soft spoken words rule

A blue bathrobe
Scattered head with
Cigarette stained face
Hair falls down 'round
Footed miles forgotten

Last night's path is a dream
Babbled stories and friends
Lust in bed
Empty bottles
Headache and the shits
A full day ahead

With last nights duty
In bed still
No longings to leave
Laughter breaks

Mornings sun stinks of warmth
We know this repeat
It shall be redone

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