I am awake in a dream that is not my own,
Walking down a path of lonely stone.
Each footprint I leave,
Is a memory lost of a place I once called home.
The evening sky is smeared with colors,
That only reveal it's beauty before death.
As I walk along this hard, cold path.
So peacefully in my solitude.-A.M
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And then We Were Woke.
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