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  • Anxious Poets Society
    • Aug 30, 2018
    • 1 min read

Groundhog Day


There is no reality a dream breaches its code

of conduct where pain should eliminate

before it catches up to you

save her save it crash the car and breeze through the screams

wake up to a dim morning

pour the orange juice breathe in ash

It will all be okay.

 

Samantha Karas is a writer based out of New York City, born and raised in New Jersey, with first-generation roots in Poland. She is particularly susceptible to road rage and pronouncing coffee like “caw-fee."

#reality #dream #pain #crash #screams #morning #ash #breathe

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