the sun rushes in through the window
blinding me with its purity
like a doting mother
it wipes the darkness from my filthy face
though i turn
this way and that
trying to wriggle away
it is relentless in its determination
to make me look presentable
it straightens my shoulders, brushes the hair from my eyes
allowing me to leave behind
the things that found me, deep in the night
Lovely
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