How will the day take flight?
Will it be filled with much courage or weighed down with heavy fright?
Will she cry in her soft bed feeling spiritually un fed; physically tired and entirely brain dead?
Will the smell of a fresh breeze bring her lungs to ease?
Or will it be another day of troubled breath, chest tight and the scent of cold death.
How will this morning propose it’s intentions hmmm?
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Author:
Couer Mystère (Pseudonym) (
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