Miniature morning cobblestone.
Matte tiles to greet me.
Stumbling from Saturday night daze to
Here in Sunday morning light.
The thin cracks grey fill and press.
Bottoms of my chill feet touch.
Ground to commence the day.
Path to sink and new time.
Foggy mirrors above still cloudy
My unfocused tired gaze.
Start.
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