9. musings III
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a flutter.
soft and dainty,
still wet
with yesterday's dreams.
for a few seconds,
it is bright
with the hues of the sun hiding in the folds of the bed sheets,
new aspirations,
a new start,
a new day.
then
my eyes fall shut again.
my ribs give up,
my heart drops.
i realize
i have woken up despite my frantic pleadings of last night.
"oh, good morning."
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