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a girl that hates cold mornings

Exultant elated sunrise flashing her 

gay greeting at the grimace girl

because she knows she lied and

it's cold outside.

Misconceived conviviality the 

ripe, pregnant sun hates herself again at

the sardonic queen's lacked delight but

this is nothing new, it is only naked.

She strains once and slides 

a foot out of her frilly nest 

and hisses and shinks immediately at

the raw, polar air -

is it hers or November's?

She rolls her eyes darkly, 

depression knows nothing about her. 

She swears it.