away. (Day 70 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

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Every morning she rises
and sits on the edge of her bed
thinking about the day ahead
as her dreams slowly fade

away.

Every night as she folds back
into the enveloping plushness
she is anguished by all the things
                                  she had hoped to do.

• All pieces are newly crafted and posted shortly after in adherence to the rules of the challenge. All the photos are mine unless otherwise stated.

• Entry for Day 70 of 100 Days of Poetry Challenge by Hive account@d-pend.

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