She hops out of her bed like a butterfly emerging from from it's chrysalis
Wipes the crystals from her tire eyes
Mornings No surprise her despise of mornings
Coffee sips her lips feel the kiss of sun beaming through the window pane
She soaks it up her cup spills over joyed
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