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Dew
With the sunrise hiding
Just out of sight
Or offsite
(Everyone outsources these days)
A faint hum in my throat
As I, with your breast in my hand,
Wake to face a new day
Like a fucking year
Mostly I don’t want to get out of bed
It isn’t right to leave this
It’s only money
Just out of sight
Or offsite
(Everyone outsources these days)
A faint hum in my throat
As I, with your breast in my hand,
Wake to face a new day
Like a fucking year
Mostly I don’t want to get out of bed
It isn’t right to leave this
It’s only money
Published 23rd Aug 2020
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23rd Aug 2020 5:18pm
Bravo. Well done observation and comparison in regards to what's important. If only it would pay the bills. . .
23rd Aug 2020 11:27pm
