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2:33 a.m.
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primitive here i am
it's 2:33 a.m.
and i'm awake thinking of you
your eyes
how would things be
if i had not made those choices?
that question will always be in the back of my mind
taunting me
i am listening to the rain
gently falling outside my windows
i wonder when i'll see you again
i wonder if i'll ever talk to you again
it would be a shame
if we just faded
like the rain is fading the night
into morning
'like the rain is fading the night
into morning' This is the most powerful line of the poem. You could change morning to mourning to create a more somber effect. Consider it.