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Fall.

Eyes raised to the grey sky,
I wait for the drops to fall
to wash away the grime of loneliness
and leave clean my skin for a new day.

The biting cold is refreshing
a pain I want to feel
need to feel
to be alive, to suffer my lows
and revel in my heights.


I am a feeler in a city of escapists
Choosing to live everything
at the risk of having nothing
rather than missing those moments that make life real
to feel less, to see less, to be less.

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