Morning Dribble

My eyes are crusted with lifes’ sleep.

It’s like life is a pizza and the crust, well, that’s a given on any one. Except crust isn’t on TOP of the pizza, it’s on the edge.

These crusts are on the edge of my eye bulbs and when I wipe them clear, I’ll probably be able to see what I’ve just typed.

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