Cold Things in the Morn

A Poem by ashleydawn

Pulling down the chain

to pry open my eyes

Groggy and yawning

Killing my pupils again

Jumping to each rug

avoiding tiles on my toes

Inescapable

I hate the porceloin

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Added on April 5, 2011
Last Updated on April 5, 2011

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