Today is not tomorrow, but I stay up late enough.
The morning kicks the covers off,
The day rolls over the sky.
You hold your dearest coldest fears
In little packages of light.
A smile tucks underneath your lips
As silence diffuses in forthcoming night.
Our sun had settled in hazy warmth
To rise again for what it's worth.
It rests against my fingertips
And tests the potential stored.
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