Everyday, he lies awake,
from night till dawn,
brewing storm inside his head,
of words caught in a hurricane.
The sorrow crashes with the strength of a wave,
flooding his night in a chaotic mare.
The smile he lost,
from a star he sought,
drowns him in his flood of sorrow,
that he could never forget,
not even tomorrow.
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