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Beating resignation
Even in a place such as this
Our thoughts, unwanted will come
And feelings that I did not miss
Will march in, a quickening drum
It picks up my heartbeat, takes it along
But slows my mind to a halt
Looking around me, I still don't belong
I'm a speck of pepper amidst pure salt
Face burning eyes closing body tensing
The lack of attention I'm sensing
Giving me the edge I need to retreat
Off into the cool January air
Glasses off, hair down, release heat
Release every worry, every care
At home the bed feels amazing at last
And tomorrow too close, too far
I close my eyes, I know I fade fast
looking up towards my favorite lil star
"Goodnight"
I whisper to the shadows on walls
A silence that echoes in the grayened halls
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