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Sep 2018
It's   the    worst    in   the    morning
when   the  air   is   thick   and   cold
and   the    warm     beneath   covers
makes  it   difficult  to   get   up  and
start the day.

It's    the    worst   in   the    morning
when   sheets   are   cold  where   he
used to sleep and tears feel cold too,
as  sadness  and  anger  overwhelms
me all at once.

© A. Leigh
Amy Leigh
Written by
Amy Leigh  25/Female/Canadian
(25/Female/Canadian)   
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