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Morning
The morning is madness,
my eyes open and they scream.
dried is the residual that once coated my dreams
now frozen upon the torture of daylight.
The sleeping of my mind shutters and trembles
hypnotic is the punch of reality that throws me into a streaming shower of water.
now purified for the day
I am in a fit of dillusionment.
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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