"Good morning you"
Reverberations of hello
echoing against the deadpan
the waste land of this room
Eyes closed rainbow
of vibrant blues, greens
oceans of memory
you somehow slip between
the violence of violet
and yellows yelling through
window sill, wind is still
glistened morning dew
daffodils are heralding
and leaves are peeking out
Good morning morning
wake up and get me out
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