Hayley prays for the end of sleepless nights.
She's tired. She's tired of dawns filled with boastful birds.
"We've slept and you haven't!" they exclaim.
Thursday, May 7, 2020
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My Wild Star
Where did you sleep last night? Did you sleep in your car? Did you shiver, my wild star?
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Crisp bacon and oozy eggs. Hot buttery toast. The breakfast of kings with rusty crowns. I ate in celebration of the power I used to wield.
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