Break

Here waiting for the sunrise while I dwell in morning’s dim –
my harboring of hope is ill and sweating in its sin.

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Eye slowly opens
Striated grey overhead
Winter day begins

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Slowly she awakens,
Blush creeps across
Tinting her face,
Prepping for the new day,