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#nofilter


Upon waking, hair amuss

lumber to the sink

my teeth need brushed

i note my hair looks great, as it most times does,

so before i grab he toohpaste, i flaunt it for the mirror, edges have rust...

and snap a #wakeupselfie, all face and hair- no bust.

The sleep still in my eyes, the dense crispy crust,

chapped lips cracked and ready to bust,

i wipe dried up drool from the corner of my mouth,

muss up my mop a bit more, and pull my #lifeline out,

and i snap a few #selfies and pick the best ones out,

and upload them to facebook, because thats what this life's become about..

 
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