lighting
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The sun has barely risen,
Do i crawl out of bed?
I have to make a decision.
Should i just play dead?
My bed is so comfortable,
And my class is so cold.
If I were able,
Pitter patter
pitter patter
The rain falls so softly
As I sit and drink my coffee
Thinking to myself how peaceful that day would be
Sitting there writing poetry
Sinking in my chair
