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Night.
A living death.
In my chest and
In my head.
Unconcious,
I lay in wake.
Sifting through my dreams
Until you arrive.
I don't know you.
We have yet to meet.
Mist lingers on the tree tops
Afraid to let go
Light rays dance through the air
Leaving patches of sun behind
Squeals of laughter burst through
The early morning chill
