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3:30AM

5 days ago
1 min read

By Roseeroe



Nothing like a 3.30AM hunger

Sweat on my neck

Thunder in my stomach

The birds won't shut up

Lust and greed are deadly sins

Didn't you know

I'd kill for some crisps


And

Maybe

A pellet gun

So I can enjoy the cool air

Without the incessant warning sign

Of a brand new day

At least I can eat breakfast soon...ish



 
 

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