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Half hour past noon, time for a morning feast
They say it’s lunch now, at least the sun’s still facing east
Buttered toast, leave no trace
Dark scratch marks, on my face
Unkempt hair, climb upstairs
And loaf around
Heat wave beats, downpour drench
Up all night, in the trench
End in room, ending soon
Without a sound
The cycle repeats, smashing my head against the floor
One foot in, the deep end, the other one out the door
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