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Feb 2021
When day breaks,
And might should come,
But nothing,
Nothing but
Nothing.

When noon marches,
And the sheets feel heavy,
The air of the room
Fastening you
Down.
                                                            
Then night settles in,
And your bones buzz,
And your muse says
"Tomorrow
And
Tomorrow
And..."
Wait
That's something else.
Written by
Max French  27/Cisgender Male/Where ever
(27/Cisgender Male/Where ever)   
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