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Watching the Sunrise

OR: We Used To Watch the Sunrise Together

Even after you shattered my sorry
Soul, I could stare at the sunrise all day
Craving the squeeze of your hand around mine
Because while you wondered how it felt to
Love something so much that for a while,
You forget for a moment your failure to love
Yourself, I only saw something I wished
You could see too; it never occurred
To me I could want to reclaim the…