The Day After (The Night Before)

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The sun has burst through my window, and it is warming my frigid thighs.

It does not know that I wanted them to be cold, but I don’t think it cares.

It is robbing me of my sadness, but I cling to it.

It has burned down my curtains, and it is sweeping away my friends, the cobwebs.