Saturday was delivered.
The streets still through the murky haze.
Refreshed optimism and calm descends,
without reaching the twisted mortals,
who wake to endure the misery of another day
]]>The sounds came from the window
‘Who is there?’ I cried, hiding my head beneath the duvet
‘It’s me, Saturday’ the voice replied
‘Are you alone?’ I said
‘I have clear skies with me’ Saturday replied
So I let him in
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