~ten More Minutes~

Tired words lay upon the cold floor
as yawns sweep them about,
Eyes behind failing curtains
part the first rays of the sun's glare...
Drag me blind to morning's early wake
as the chill of liquid ice throws me into day.


by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

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