Dawn Past Dusk
Dearest Conciousness,
What do I do?
I'm rarely awake as it is
Wouldn't you if you had the chance?
Do I have to?
No, but I promised
Myself really, by happenstance
to sleep instead of dance
from dawn I slumber
Past Dusk, whilst they blunder
dancing the social number
with all that they have
Yours truly,
Bhav
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