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Awake
After the sleepless night,
I'm awake.
With a cup of coffee and a cigarette,
I sit in the rain.
Hoping to feel more than the cold raindrops,
on my skin,
I think...
Reliving the days of old,
I pray for a smile to crack the stern look on my face.
Nothing...
The exact description of my feelings now.
Nothing... I feel...
Nothing.
My heart now
Cold as the midwinter snow,
Feels no need for the warmth of love.
Love...
The reason for the scar tissue encasing the organ,
I once called my heart.
Realizing this is who I am,
That stern look is broken with a crooked,
Smile...
Now, I'm truly awake.

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