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Sleep, wakefulness

June 18, 2010

Somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, I remember you. Life is sweet again.

When wakefulness takes me, I remember you still, but life becomes bittersweet to take.

Somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, I can hear you cry. All is right with my world.

When wakefulness brings me around, it is me who is crying sorrowful tears.

Somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, I can smell your sweet baby smell.

When wakefulness clears my brain, there is no you to smell.

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