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Winter, Number one
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
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Long nights, hidden sun
bitter nights, blistering mornings
days shift violently
rude awakenings
late to sleep, wake before dawn
unrested, gaunt and all
six am, feels like three
drift to school, oh woe is me
the lack of heat, lack of light
I hate this negative bright
dragging myself, soul in my bed
my god, I must be dead
bags under eyes, lack of sun
grueling winter, number one
1/4 of a poem I wrote for hamlit
what do you think?Labels: winter
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