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sun shines poem

Sunshine

Every morningSun breaks into my window,Lighting up all the dark cornersOf my room,Showing me hope,Smiling,Wearing the brightest light,And I caress it gentlyTo relish its taste,Looking right at it,Disarming it with impaling eyes,Seeing through it,Like I know how to read books,Let alone read people.I catch a

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Workaholic

Ready to cut inAn empty mindThat tries to rest in peace,There always is a daily grindThat keeps you on your knees. But when you like your chore,You can’t get bored,You are working all the time,You are waddling throughEvery list you made,As they squabble and unwind.