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May 2020
I don't like
the shrill excitement of sirens
warning me of what's to come.
I would prefer
melancholy raindrops
tapping hints into my window from the sun.
I can go without a quick start
with the false hope of an emergency.
Please, just lift me gently
and promise me that there's no urgency
when you wake me for the day.
alarms just don't do it for me these days.
ardnaxela
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ardnaxela  28/F/USA
(28/F/USA)   
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       Imran Islam, BLT, Mark S and Carlo C Gomez
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