The mornings are getting harder.
The absence of the sun's imposing ways through steepled windows,
Trapped iciness nipping through the sheets, my cold nose.
We're moving to where the windows are double-glazed.
Hopefully that means kinder starts.
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I am what I am.
He called me an intimidating, obnoxious, high-maintenance bitch.
High, albeit self maintenance, I corrected him.
I wouldn't trade dignity for a Balenciaga.
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Perhaps the world, is, littered with good people.
These days I'm content enough with decent intentions.
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