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Apr 2014
early sunday morning
when the air is brisk cold
when i refuse to get up,
because my bed is warmer than the house

early sunday morning
when the house is empty
because my parents have plans
that don't involve me

early sunday morning
when everything is silent
not even the footsteps of the dogs
or a peep from the bird

early sunday morning
when i refuse to get out of bed
is when i come to realize
everything is suddenly dead.
dead is in figuratively

my family members are not dead, nor is my block
y i k e s
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y i k e s  24/F/Everywhere
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