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Waking (Free verse) by wilco

Crimson eyes shine in the dark; shaped like morning. Shake the cobwebs from the fourth corner of my mind. Shuffle through the debris on the nightstand, searching for the days first cigarette. Open the window for a breath; drawn deeply. Run my fingers across the scars on the headboard. Just like yesterday and the day before; for luck and the hope of repeating it.

zodiac 29-May-04/2:52 PM
days should be day's. You knew that, I'm sure. Drop the semicolon after breath. Change everything after headboard. Up to that point, I thought it was pretty good.




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