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Morning

6 a.m.

December 18, 2019February 5, 2020 / wordsforghosts / 4 Comments


Somehow, at 6 a.m,
or whenever it is
            that the Sun returns again,
the taste & the smell
of the air hitting at the back
of my throat, always
fills me with hope.

Sometimes though

hope makes everything worse.

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