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It’s Monday.
It's a brand new day,
I wish my tired eyes could say,
Thoughts of “how” and “when” linger,
Just a little hope I pray to flicker.
A stretch accompanied by a yawn,
The sheets scrambles to stay on.
The sun is still on the arising,...
I wish my tired eyes could say,
Thoughts of “how” and “when” linger,
Just a little hope I pray to flicker.
A stretch accompanied by a yawn,
The sheets scrambles to stay on.
The sun is still on the arising,...
