morning poem
bitten by white light & caffeine,
rain,
enjoyed with the intensity of
a blank day.
swollen and flooding with possibility
(as long as it’s possible from home).
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Aug
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Mar
10
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- Emilia Clarke
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the day after leap day, morning sunlight filtering through the trees, making the undersides of the boughs shine golden. long-limbed
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