in the darkness of the early hours of the morning
I struggle to see
I blink away the sleep that failed me somehow
I ask for favors
I drink them down and pray they heal me
I sit quietly
I wait for the itch and the company
I reach out
I feel the souls wait on the edge of a sword
I unveil
in the darkness of the early hours of the morning
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First off, add some commas and punct. Second, I understand this poem. Those first waking moments from dreaming, can be, quite infinate when it comes to searching.
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A couple of your recent poems have really reached me. I’m probably interpreting them wrong to take what I do from them. But it’s nice believing I’m not alone in a particular struggle.
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I’m glad they are reaching you. I’m being pretty vague intentionally. Would you like to talk about your struggle?
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Thanks leaf, but not really. I don’t know. Maybe one day. Can I take a rain cheque?
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Absolutely. I’m here all the time. Just say the word. And I totally respect your privacy. Some things we must face on our own.
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((((leaf)))) thank you 
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((((((turtle)))))))
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omg did you see my post about my granddaughter yesterday?
No, but I bet she’s gorgeous.
I have a great niece now. My niece had a baby in feb.
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oh how sweet. is she a love? Yesterday we babysat and towards the end we couldn’t stop her from crying, then dad came in and couldn’t stop her but when my daughter took her she instantly stopped crying and gave her mom a big old smile. It melted my heart to see how much of a bond they have.
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That’s sweet! Little lovely! Sounds like your daughter has really taken to motherhood!
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yes she has, it’s really helping to level her out most of the time.
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I just wrote a response poem for you.
Twelve little soldiers
Lined up for battle
Twelve more at the ready
As back up for the fallen
In they go, marching to the frontline
Remedy for pain
Feel it in my vein
They disipate, disolve, disappear
And I despair
The battle over
The war wages on
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wow! that’s really good. I didn’t know you wrote poems too.
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Thanks leaf, I guess sometimes there’s just something sitting there. You inspired me.
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sometimes the words start to gather on my tongue, I want to tell but I’m too ashamed so I just write a poem, it relieves some pressure
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You’re very good at it. And if it releases pressure, use that valve as therapy!
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