Morning Flower

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I am awoken by a firm knock at the door
A man in UPS has come to pick up my broken contraption
I forget I had arranged this before

I speak to a silly girl who lives in the same house as I
We both wear a guard but escort konya when she talks about her man
I feel this twinkle in her eye

I play guitar that sounds like a broken Sondre Lerche song
Then I give up- smoke a cigarette
Instead of sucking on my thumb

The sparrows fly around the bell tower
I have resigned in bed
With a heart that has come to feel so much like paper
Or a rare flower or a bullet in the head

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