chain smoking over early morning
coffee
watching the sun crawl to a rise
reminds me of the way a smile
blooms on your face
a slow and graceful awakening
boy, it's like sunlight breaking
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
