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Morning
Dark and dim,
Everywhere is black.
The smell of things stale
And of things made new..
A wettness is under my feet;
I'm standing on a thousand tiny blades
And I shift my weight.
Suddenly, a fire
Rises in the East!
Violent explosions and restless
Energy warm my face.
I feel a doleful ache in my stomach
Like an empty chasm --
Hunger pains.
The fire blinds me and
My feet are slick and
I am hungry
For something
New.
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I stood in my front yard one morning before school and I experienced the blinding of the sun, the wet dew between my toes, and the piercing hunger pains. It was beautiful and raw, and I captured the words almost immediately.