The shuddered pane shook down to the breast
The slow rising body cracked morning bones dry
And stumbled a path to the hall asking anyone why
Wanting no one to answer
The body sat on a chair, poured milk into a bowl
Forgetting the cereal, mechanically spooned its soul
Remembering the only two days of its life in a stare
Yesterday was beautiful, tomorrow was hopeful
But today was never really there
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