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#morningglory
I took my shot and kissed her on her energizing lips. She revived me and gave me a new break of dawn delight. My reviver, my rejuvenater, my warmly come alive romancer. Flow thru me and shine on me thru my coldest of days. By your glimmering light I awake. All greatful for a new day. The rising sun. - Swoo
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May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 1:25 PM UTC
The Rising Sun
Trembling Time wasting Mind searching For self Who am I this morning Cold drizzle meets a late dawn Opens pores on bare skin Feel free but awaiting The Lights glance Penetrating clouds An hour of my truth Absorbed into the rigors of a new day (c)near_lane7
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Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 11:35 PM UTC
Self
The morning glory Suffocates the cucumbers. But we don’t trim them.
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Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
Garden variety privilege
I go to sleep when the sun is just about to rise, I wait up for him, God; I just want to say “hi”. See you at sunrise...
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Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
Patience in waiting, 4:24 AM.
Mystical cosmic brush strokes of sprinkles, Pink marshmallows and blue cotton candy Left streaks across the sky, so magnificent Each puff of cloud glowed as if kissed by a unicorn The sun simmers softly below the horizon painting the sky pink
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
Brush strokes
Oh, Morning Glory Girl, I love you so. Little sunrise flower, more innocent Than she knows, trying to soak up the light Of those gone gray, my sweet Morning Glory Girl, her bright petals start shrinking away. Oh, Morning Glory Girl, I hate you so. Vegan vultures feed on your innocence You bask in the attention of corrupt Beaks. They do not love you, Morning Glory Girl, they just want a meal, but you're starving For that kind of love, so you're happily Used, every little bloom, chewed up, spat back out. Oh, Morning Glory Girl, I miss you so. As midnight settles in, you're all but gone Every petal, wasted away, all for Naught. The vultures crow over your frail frame And hot rage boils within my grieving veins. By the light of the moon, I mourn and mourn. How could you do this, Morning Glory Girl? Such lovely petals, all given away Only to be torn! You're nothing but stem Vegan vulture food, nothing left to see. Who would guess that such a lovely flower Would become a beast like me? I must go May both of us carry on, grow something Brand new. But remember, Morning Glory I will never forget who I once was Such an innocent flower, just like you. I'll smile for you with bitter insides, love. Sincerely, this jaded, grieving nightbloom.
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
morning glory and nightbloom