In the Morning

May 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

In the morning, we return to the day like fallen angels.

In the morning, before memories and dreams have said goodbye to each other.

Before light has taken our bodies back.

Before we need something, and after we’ve had everything.

In the morning, we’re thrown out of our dreams like banished dictators.

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