Every morning
when the rude sun
creeps in through the blinds,
and intrudes into my dream...
I open my eyes, and think...
I am Blessed
Every evening
as I stagger in
The soft light of the street lamp
rushes in through the window
and lulls me to sleep.
As I close my eyes, I think...
I am Cursed
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