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Jun 2020
early as the sun rises
a drooping still body sits
glancing up to the window
as sun peaks through blinds
a sluggish eye squints up
and the dragging mind watches
as the haunting night now gives way
to a bright merciless morning cycle
as the world continues without a pause
for the weary souls that never ended the day
Prompt 96. What’s it like when you have to wake up in the morning on a night you can’t sleep?
Kai
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Kai  21/Non-binary/America
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