April 2012
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The All-Nighter // Josiah Coen
How many mornings are greeted by birds outside the window birds that I watch go to sleep and rise to sing the sun I watch settle down as we spin around How many mornings are hidden by hands over eyes hands that work on everything yet nothing in particular objects so interesting eyes forget to blink and the brain forgets to think
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