a/n: i'm writing too many poems but deal with it *puts on shades*

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limbs heavy with the need
to stay abed for far too long,
for in your mind there is a song
of sweet and slowing speed.
bones creak like a door hinge
as light touches your face.
you're warm and safe in this place,
where your feathers never singe.
grabbing to the light of dreams
that never seem to stay.
you shiver and quietly pray
to slip back through the seams.
but there's no use in sleeping
when the sun will always rise.
so rub the dust from your eyes
and see what life is keeping.