Chosen Yawns

After dawn,
I miss the night, I
fear the morning dew the
coffee fumes the light the
lack of sleep the consequences
of the new.

What have I started here?

4 am is the
worst time to make
up your mind about what or
why or who you’ll wake
up in the morning

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anjelica morgan 6.22.10 / 12am

You are very good at writing poetry… I haven’t really invested much of my time into reading poems but I have dabbled in some here and there… and these are very intriguing. Muy Bueno Senor.

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