this morning
I stretch
and moan
and slowly
point my toes
to the floor
a smile creeps
upon my
unopened
eyes
knowing maybe
today
will be the day
we meet
for the very
first time
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this morning
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this is my 100th poem on AP... I wanted to get away from the sadness and drama... simply put out a little hope to the universeComments
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