~ Pleasant Street

Morning came quickly
never enough sleep between ghosts
staring into my granola
I look for something profound
but like most serials
I see only a few seconds more
of the same

Published by Pleasant Street

Pleasant Street appears to be stuck in 1948, via a time-machine of her own design. Around these parts people call her Rose. She is a moody poet and a frustrated writer of stories. Movie lover. Cake eater. Bread baker. She is still trying to figure out a way to use baked goods as currency.

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