Raw

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Some mornings just feel a little raw

Like a scab scraped off a wound

Where the world just feels a little too real

The nostalgia clings to the air like static on a balloon

Like the rain washed away the make believe screen of the universe

And yet it always vanishes as soon as the clock strikes 12 noon

M.A.P

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