Hearing the heater crackle
Listening to the pipes’ harmonic song
Watching the shadows of the cars
Pass by my window
Smelling that can of ginger ale
Beside my bed
I look at the sun tip toe to the
Top of the sky
As the night fades
So does the heaters’ voice
And the pipes’ song dies away
My soul falls asleep with the
Shadows
As the mask of my life rises
With the sun
And as it shines on everything
Everyone never stares too hard
At the sun for fear of the pain to their
Eyes
No One Sees…
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