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Did you get up feeling sad
Does your brain ask why
See if you think about it
Last night I smiled cause I could hear her snore
So what happened between then and well now
Are you in pain
Nope
We’re you stressing last night
That’s me asking me
Well nothing unusually
Maybe we dreamed something sad
Who said that
From the meekest of shadows one of my shallows steps forward
Sorry I gave the voices
Some malformed shapes
Anywhys
Like Sherlock solving Artie Morty and his devilish plans
What sadness did you dream of
Which time your heart was broke
No it wasn’t that type of sad
More like a loss sad of something never more
Telling tales of heart
I call it old sad
something soothing about this sad
Like a chill in feverish Knight
One of Arthur’s less well known nights
A familiar sad
It doesn’t blue the days of rest
A warm sad
Just in its gloom
I think I will leave it at that
Copyright ©
Christopher Quigley
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