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Adrift
I woke up this morning with my purpose forgot,
Was it not to look into those eyes like my own?
To be seen in the way that my own eyes cannot,
Beautifully flawed but never alone.
With feet on the floor and eyes drawn to the door,
The rest of the world is waiting outside.
Veiling that first aching pain from before,
Burying it down where such thoughts must reside.
Routine or Remarkable, Real or Pretend.
Drifting off all alone or lost deep in a friend.
