Midnight Pains
I don't know...
I can't shake the preening feeling...
That I'm not really living...
And even though it's not a physical pain-
It's a dull persisting ache-
And even though no one else is living
(I can see it in their eyes)
This pain at the door-
still feels me with surprise.
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