A Rare Golden Primetime Morning
primetime morning
it is still nighttime to us
got nothing to do
might as well sleep a whole lot longer
our breathing is the easiest it has been in months
so many hours given to the pockets of someone else
these here hours belong to us
we most definitely make the best of it
these primetime mornings are golden like our growth in the center of this modern life
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