FALLING AWAKE came barging through the curtain of my eyes, carrying its own tube of ink, and imprinted itself on my personal lexicon. The awakening is rude when hands are drawn to where warmth is no longer.
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FALLING AWAKE came barging through the curtain of my eyes, carrying its own tube of ink, and imprinted itself on my personal lexicon. The awakening is rude when hands are drawn to where warmth is no longer.