i unfold into,
the gray n cold morning,
dripping with the promises of rain,
a smile that unfurls itself into the
dawn of a dark morning,
nature coming undone,
her tears are mine,
her body something i pass through,
like the morning fog,
thoughts of you,
i am coming undone again,
letting go n
holding on to all this,
n really its nothing,
a bug bite
a slight irritation that keeps me up at night,
you are the fire i am burning in,
see how i am consumed by it,
waking up to rise against,
the sun that has no power over this gray,
clouding my judgement,
whispering promises of tomorrow.................
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