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I have never woken up to a sunrise *Instead, I have watched the walls turn From gray to orange, and From orange to white, Seen the shadows of trees That never knew the sight of my face, Refracted light creeping into my bedroom through The windowsill Forcing their way through the darkness, The cracks, And the creases of my eyelids. To this day, The closest I have gotten to sunrise Wass the musky gray of Dawn.* But I have woken up to a moonset.
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
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I have never woken up to a sunrise *Instead, I have watched the walls turn From gray to orange, and From orange to white, Seen the shadows of trees That never knew the sight of my face, Refracted light creeping into my bedroom through The windowsill Forcing their way through the darkness, The cracks, And the creases of my eyelids. To this day, The closest I have gotten to sunrise Wass the musky gray of Dawn.* But I have woken up to a moonset.
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
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