"The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945"
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i awake and my eyes won't open
i feel pretty stale in the morning
or bogged down
or like a bouey
in a bog
that is mentioned in a
blog
oh man
this is pretty awful, eh?
look at my static thoughts in the
morning
hush, go to sleep
darling
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speaking of bogs-
cranberries live in bogs
oh man, i always wanted to have a cranberry bog of my own
so i can swim in it
it would be dangerous and challenging
and the vines will strangle my ankles
and crawl around my neck
and i could munch on ripe wet cranberries
that was a childhood fantasy
what a crazy child iwas
thankfully that craziness followed me into adulthood.
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tonight i won't be sleeping on my own bed
but i won't be regretting it in the morning
haha.oh college, how much of a bitch you can be
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oh man, tonight is going to be amazing