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Another Day

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Author: A.M. Torres

A.M. TorresJune 22, 2019

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Another Day

written by: A.M. Torres

@sonic1170

Another day comes
my brain in a fog
my soul crying out
I'm barely awake.

Day after day
sleeping array
the sun moves away
shadows cast way.

Why won't it stop?
life doesn't wait
the world's endless chill
why stay awake?

Dreary mundane
tiring plus
day after day
another day comes.

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A.M. Torres

A.M. Torres has published The Child Series beginning with Love Child. It's followed by sequels Child No More, and Child Scorned. She has also published two poetry books Shadowed Tears, and Turmoil. J and K Christmas has been her annual Christmas poem and short story publication. She currently lives in New York City, with her two sons Jason and Kristofer and their father Walter.

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Lori and Kay - October 3, 2019
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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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