Rise with the sun,
and
drowning ground coffee,
catch the morning sky,
through corporate windows.
Call it a life.
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Happyness
That spring in her step —
new shoes, some said,
good news, few thought —
fine wine, she realised.
Of Vanity
She curls up in her own terror
choosing to hide the pain
under a lavish smile
so big — she seems vain.
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Reliving
As the world crumbled to ashes,
she smiled.
History, she thought, repeats.
