
Just a poem I wrote today. Inspiration arose from nowhere.
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Allow the sunlight, streaming, into
your home, for it will be of
great help in the morning, illuminating
the corridor that winds to the bathroom,
and shining itself on your stomach,
the skin of yourself, a sheet
of parchment, where the dark outer
lining of a lung is visible,
and a heart, moving slightly
every second, as if sick
of the sights you take in,
every day, the familiar scents you
breathe in,
and the heart will stop complaining,
once you are standing, and stretching
full of the light and your inner workings,
which the sun has taught you
to take care of.
-CS



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