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Monday, March 16, 2015

Daybreak on a Black Couch

In the early morning
When I am alone with the murmurs of waking neighbors,
The cold sky
And the electric buzz from the kitchen,
I sit quietly.
I take it all in.

You are sleeping in the next room, you stir as the day breaks.

I count my blessings,
Wipe my eyes
And gladly begin again.


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