Early Rays
The wide mouth of yawning houses sent their owners out into the world
Away from the security and comfort of their beds and blankets,
the pawns did nothing but endured
For hours on end they resume their toil
Trying to climb from common to royal
Just to, at the comin of night, feel a warmer cacoon holding them tight
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