I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my head.
Spackled some butter over my whole grain bread.
Something tastes different, maybe it’s my tongue.
Something tastes different, suddenly I’m not so young.
I usually do not allow myself to have high hopes anymore. For anything. If it’s a weekend tr…

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