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And morning broke behind me

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And morning broke behind me,
without my knowledge.

Stained coffee cup stands
by my side.

Jacques, Jean-Paul, Walter and Maurice
stand on my left.

Marcel and William
stand on my right.

I look ahead of me and see
Monaco in the evening time.

And morning continues to break
in all my consciousness.

Written by Gogo

August 29, 2008 at 7:39 am

Posted in Poetry

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