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Monday

Come,
greetings withing faint sighs.
politely mumbled lies.
sun burns the morning eyes -
like fire.

With,
the drowsy battles fought.
derailing trains of thought.
embrace so easily bought -
by coffee.

Bland,
humor as dry as skin.
milk cartons in the bin.
rough scratches on the chin -
called "kisses".

Rise,
clock has no time to spare.
there's burdens yet to bear.
breakfast the morning prayer -
of wicked.

For,
life beyond evening gray.
enjoyable cliche.
place far, far, far away -
"someday"
Written by God-Is-In-The-Rain (Gregory Rain)
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