for the bliss of ignorance in early morning
to last all day
in the twilight between sleep and wake
when you can still vaguely remember your your dreams
before you recognize your heartaches all over again
and grow hungrier and hungrier and hungrier
for a warm word, a comforting touch
and by evening are starving
what wouldn’t i give
for that minute of blankness
to last all day
when you still believe
that the day can give you what you want
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