Morning Sin

I wake up to my night each morning. My desires and sins of the previous evening wait to greet me. They shine their different shades of sin through differing shaped cups of objectivity. I ignore them with the sunlight. A new face awakens. I walk past another lesson learned. Another poem written in the night. Another page of my life. Another promise to be broken.

-Opinionated Man

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