amateur poet, professional dreamer. child wearing a mask of maturity. allycalleja@gmail.com
The sun had not yet let loose it's morning light
As I glanced over at him sleeping,
peaceful dreaming,
clothes unkept,
hair swept over eyelid,
stale breathing;
and I left..
just for the sake of leaving.
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