Earl Grey Mornings
Pearl light,
White sheets,
Soft yawn,
Cold feet.
Crisp air,
Pink tongue,
Sun glare,
Heart young.
Earl grey mornings,
Bring tears to my eyes.
The cycle of yearning,
Before the dark demise.
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