major decisions while
sitting on
the edge of the bed
in the early
morning hours,
the sky full of rain.
i've drawn lines in the sand.
i've made
vows, promises,
some kept, some discarded
when the sun came out.
something about
the edge of the bed
with sand in my eyes,
sorting through a vague dream
that makes me realize
the limits
of life, unavoidable
death.
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