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| Reality Sucks by � baldy_4 As dawn breaks early over the stand of Quake. My breakfast jumps and leaves circles in it's wake. The smell of your body naked and beautiful this morn. Make this man crazy, make a preacher man scorn. The sizzle of bacon beats me almost awake. With lefts and rights, that would make most men shake. The sound of the city makes it hard to hear. What did you say, "Get up dear". Erased from my mind is all that was before. I sit up, my feet hit the floor. Shouldn't there be dirt and maybe some twigs? I reach for my lighter and grab my cigs. Reality sucks |