Poem -
Morning Light
I want to steal the gold light
That so dividing splits the walls
Each morning
I want to use it
To make me feel good,
When I feel bad
And in the afternoon
When all the light is blue
I can let the gold pour back in
Mixing and swirling around my head
until I can go back to bed
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