Bold Misprint Espinela
That cup flooding me with sunshine
causes my eyes to promptly squint.
Skeptical of this bold misprint
it can’t be, the moods don’t align.
Out of control of what is mine,
just becomes a fight not to pout.
Anything bright? I chase with doubt.
I don’t trust the sky shining down,
it has a glow yet holds that frown.
I’m tossing that thought process out.
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