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Sep 2014
Vision blurred by blinding rays

of amber coloured morning light

bouncing through the cotton curtain

climbing its way around the

valleys and hills of the body laying motionless

sleeping in its alcohol-induced slumber

contrary to the dust dancing merrily in the

golden yellow hues of the morning air

reinforcing the understanding of why

Van Gogh thought yellow

was the happiest colour.
My morning.
Brielle Byrne
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