it's just a little pin-prick sensation
that tells me i'm alive
a little itch to wake me up
maybe a little too much
and here i am--wainting for rains to fall away with the dawn
and roses to rise up and fill my nostrils with a sweet sensation of truth
their choler pricks me
and here i am
awake with it all
watching it all
turn ever so beautifully
before my eyes
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