Some days
Bitterly, the morning drips by,
Toothpaste orange juice and coffee.
The day is corrupt on waking,
Sickly bright with birds in song.
My tongue drags over the grey
ridges of my brain. The muffled
morning echoing haphazardly
through the day.
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