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A new dawn emerges
with its layers and layers
of pinks and yellows

As the sun swallows up my
bedroom with satin rays of sunlight
I wake. . .
sweaty and screaming
foolish and alone.
And so I continue on. . .
living each day
feeling his sweat. . .
and hearing his heavy breath
in the back of my mind
everytime silence creeps up on me.

Later I watch the sun, so naive
Crawl under the horizon. . .
and I get restless as dusk approaches
for I know that when my head hits
that pillow. . .
the fight begins. . .
and he always wins
in the end.

Carrying my innocence off
holding it up to the moonlight
kicking and screaming until
. . . finally . . .
he leaves it and walks away
while it is raw and naked
Shaking on the cold ground.

. . . until a new dawn emerges
with its layers and layers
of pinks and yellows. . .
Good morning.