What Awaits Me

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In the mirror, always cracked
I see your face in the faraway
Time unraveling softly
I ache to reach you
Crumble when I touch

I can feel it the sadness Of me
Whispering your name
A glimpse of you – to breath
You In for just one slight second
Looking and waiting just to see
What Awaits me

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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