New Day
Waking up
A treacherous thing
When you never want to sleep
And never want to rise
A new day
A new chance
Missed again because I'm
Never going to change
Morning sun
Filtering through blinds
Blinding light
Sound of birds
Covers so warm
Never want to leave them
And the smell of coffee
Waking up slowly
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