The breath of youth still clings to your face in the morning
Eyes deep set in the looking glass wondering what happened to it all
The clock ticks
the youth, the passion, the fervor
loving with empty arms
hitting snooze over and over again
Still clinging still Clinging
to the ones lost in early morning dreams
Cracked open by the ringing of the alarms
Brushing teeth quickly
You flee the apartment
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