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As blue as the ocean
with a sandy rustle
speeding the motion
starting the hustle
A day feels like an hour
Awake through the night
nothing to devour
The first crack of light
brings me to the dream
Where have I gone?
What does it seem?
Always keeping a yawn
throughout the dawn
it catches me though
turns me into the dough
I lay with my punishment
without nourishment
Blinks become weighted
until I become faded
knowing this is fated
About the Creator
Jae Qilin
Aspiring Poet
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Be wary that my pieces are Copywritten, however, if accredited we can discuss terms
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