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Majestic Paradox
THE MORNING BITCHES
day explodes dogs
an alarm clock whimpering
for feeding at the door
rising blood pressure climbs
a yawn for more oxygen
pushes eyes open and fingers out
to feel air but not see it
feeling I know it is
hiding between here and ceiling
perched inside itself
satisfied with its cloak
enough not to peek at me
today but then
the dogs howl
for food again
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