Enter The Poet - Hurting For Love

When I open my eyes, reality chills my skin. The deep sleep is comfort, but remains for only the night. I would mold the world differently, if my words had the power, and my status held value. So I choose to wait and ponder, hoping one day to act. While hoping that others, who dream with me, will awaken from their slumber and arise with me.

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