today
another sunday
i see the sun in the day
i awake to morning chalice exotic weed
my brain turns irie
a day to smoke
a day to burn
i eat oatmeal mixed with walnuts and raisins
the mac gets brought back and installed anew
my lover sees the different me
we talk our daily therapy
my medication is ingested
the sunday rolls on
in moments i am deeply invested
now it's a monday
another monday
many things to do
before the moon shows through
morning tears
sincere
for mistakes of yesteryears
much to do
much to get done
before this monday is changed to tuesday by the sun
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