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saturday_morning
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like rain.
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cartoons. smell of bacon. toussled hair, quilt strewn across my legs. birds chirping, sunlight swelling, air awakening...
the imminent promise of her!
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010505
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twiggie
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woke up early...and to do what?
it wasn't really worth it...
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010505
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melvinwang
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the one time where i could sleep i get stuck taking a history test or a standardized test or something, i hate school
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010505
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katie
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-in soft morning bedsheets all worries are evaporated by fuzzy sunstreaks beaming through my window-you and i can love summer mornings with gentle kisses and messy hair-we know this comfortable love-
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010505
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god
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raptors captors vapors papers traipsing wafting flailing quaffing barren warren outlandish elfen domestic drydock gnome clock sickle wailing burnished tarnished misunderstanding
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041010
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suicidalchinadoll
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saturday mornings are a thing of my childhood
the sunstreaked rooms, and warmed carpets.
feeling okay about running around the house all day in a tshirt and shorts and simply enjoying the feel of the carpet against my feet.
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041010
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silentbob
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wake up too early, sit around in my underwear, listening to songs. debating eating. weighing myself. procrastinating the day, the shower, the dressing, the facing the world.
I wish every morning was Saturday morning.
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140118
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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