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Writer's pictureClaudia

Awake.

I opened my eyes. I'm sure of it

The urgent pull of necessity pains my sluggish limbs to move

I think in pink and orange and I can't tell if the sun is setting or rising slow and decadent

The air smells of sugar and my mouth swirls open to taste bitter grains

I open my eyes again




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