mistiq 
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31.12.2009. - 02:11:46
Atvainojos ka ne dzimtajā, bet nu kāda mūza nāk, tādā arī rakstu:  
Slow morning 
With a hang-over from hell 
And my heart in an empty shell  
The clock gave up on me 
Indifferent dishonesty 
My bare feet touch the stone-cold floor  
A heavy head and empty shell 
My vision’s blurred and I can’t tell 
What time of day, it’s all just gray  
I pick my phone up, send a text 
A short and simple frank request 
There’s no reply, but fair is fair 
I knew the rules when joined this game 
And after all - it’s all the same  
I make myself some bitter tea 
Crawl back in bed and just pretend 
That this day hasn’t started yet... 
["Pure morning" - MistiQ]