Toasting and turning myself around

struggling with my soft feathery blanket

donning and undonning

my squeaky eyes peering

through the messy strands

of my newly awoken hair

when i glare at the booming golden sun

slightly reluctant to lay out

edeavoring to pierce through

the shabby,bit-way tarnished curtains

and touch to kiss my honey hued skin

my partly revealing sk...

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