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Barely Awake

Tangled blonde hair, knotted locks, black coffee and toast

Sleepy eyes.
Bleak Drizzle.
Bruises.
Tiny toddlers, barefoot in pajamas.
Pink sun peaking over trees, disappearing down street
Life comes and goes,
New complications arise.
you
wish
you
had
things
figured
out.




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