Morning has, Broken us.
They say, as the sunsets a new day begins.
But the perils of yesteryear, live on within.
Pain sees no sun, sorrow has no clock.
Tomorrow morning's here.
And God damn, we're still fucked.
This poem is about:
Our world
They say, as the sunsets a new day begins.
But the perils of yesteryear, live on within.
Pain sees no sun, sorrow has no clock.
Tomorrow morning's here.
And God damn, we're still fucked.
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