I Write a Day
Black angel
From the Mockingjay kingdom
Brought the delightful morning
By making a cup of coffee using memorandum;
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I highlighted the absence of her
Attaching few drops of tears,
But she didn’t listen
And kept on making blood smears;
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The waking up part was not so fancy,
It cracked the moon inside me.
I lied and cried for the twisted tale,
She poured a glass of wine beneath this half-grown tree;
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I could have tried much harder
To reap the seed in a much better way,
I tossed up the coin under the blessing of her,
“Yet another choice, for just another day!”
