Writing in bed calms my mind and helps me sleep. My sleeping regime is appalling.
have we looked at the good
and smiled like we did.
Our smiles are
But we can
those hidden tears.
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A little bit of poetry before I rest and it becomes Monday.
But we are all just daisies
to be plucked.
Even the most beautiful things are
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