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Morning Conversation (Free verse) by lexicon
Alarm rings and she awakes,
rolling over. "Five more minutes?"
she asks to nobody.
Slipping out of bed and
trudging to the bathroom...
The faucet handle squeaks
and the water splashes.
Hot coffee aroma greets her
as she enters the kitchen.
She says a silent thank you
to automatic timers.
Coffee cup clinks against the saucer
as eggs sizzle in the pan...
She snaps open the paper,
eating quickly as fork scrapes plate
then hurries out, the door slamming
shut on her morning conversation of one
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