first morning break ...
a new day
she's awake...
mmmm morning scratches and limb stretches;
floor creeks as rolled scrunched bum cheeks crinkle-cut warm sheets
air filled with mystique
outlook brings the most ... not-so-bleek
orange singed wings ignited for first flight
sweet soaring
souls roaring
bountiful beautiful surrender she pleas
delving into depths of dark to deflate death-filled pockets of despair
so ready to embrace the light....
light redeemed air...
...first break...
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