Morning Breath


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I woke up freshly made over with newness batter caked up in the corners of my eyes

With all of Yesterday’s joy floating its stink aroma from out of my mouth, freely telling the truth about lies

Barely do I remember; bittersweet and slight sorrow from what was left behind

Searching for what I was then to who I am now and I wonder could it be any harder to find

The Night already came and went, leaving pillowcases on top of mints

So that what now remains are damp memories and a horrible leftover scent

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