She wakes
She stretches
Her eyes
Alight
Morning
Sun shines
So, so bright!
And yet
The moon
h a n g s
In the sky
As though
It hates
To say
'good bye'.
She slips
Her body
From. The. Sheets.
Her hair
Sticks UP
In c o o d
r k e
pleats.
A morning
Beauty
Au naturele
What of the day?
Oh.
Who can tell?
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