Morning dew


It wasn't fair
It wasn't fair
It wasn't fucking fair

...but we all have reasons for such a thing

[It was a damn shame, a damn fucking shame]
That sometimes I wonder why the sky looks so fucking bleak

[Even with the clouds gazed in the pink and purple and orange and the red of the horizons unkempt farewell]

The air always seems to be heavy with the smoke of the past, present and future.
Like morning fog:thick and humid.

And as the cheeks of my face get redder and redder, and with my eyes closed I realized there is water running down my face.

Morning dew
Of course

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