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"Out here on the perimeter there are no stars,
Out here we is stoned - immaculate." - Jim Morrison
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Death by caffeine.
To kill the morning sleep, the evening drowse and the lazy sheets; I drown in the mists of vapour, gleaming at the morning light, Among the slow wisps on the cup; I wait for death by caffeine.
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