It’s early I’m up today
watching the sun’s reflection
rising in the warmed
window pane
So it’s morning
Birds try to say
not yet.
You snore
Not yet.
Na iti.
Not this.
Yes.
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love so ordinary
you have to shut your eyes to see it that's when the day goes dark running like a scar seaming into something close I stop, blind as a ...
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