Breakfast In Bed
Our wicked world
transposing the time on the clock;
Awakening with a spectacular sunset
wondrously we can withdraw;
Caressed by the covers;
precocious pout;
Impossible in its insistence
nothing matters now;
Dysania desires
boycotting everything;
We devour breakfast in bed.
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