I toss myself around on the whacky futon that will soon fall apart. From one side to the other. Early morning hours are as seductive as early night hours - except for in the mornings i am craving you and not the smoke. I wish I just could call you and be as nice as I am, as loving as I am and as forgiving as I am. But I can't. Something tells me I gotta be tough now.
tough, tough.
cough.
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