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realization

Toasting and turning myself around

struggling with my soft feathery blanket

donning and undonning

my squeaky eyes peering

through the messy strands

of my newly awoken hair

when i glare at the booming golden sun

slightly reluctant to lay out

edeavoring to pierce through

the shabby,bit-way tarnished curtains

and touch to kiss my honey hued skin

my partly revealing skin

while i still lay

on my crumpled bedsheet

still being slept on

I smile lazily

gasping my half cogged throat

I realize, and suddenly that

I am not anymore at my safety shell

i am way too far

to an unknown known place

and life slips in again

through the time immortal

into my flaccid blanket

yet again!!!!

 

 

 

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