The Long Sleep

She swayed like a thick haze across hot, wet pavement, with a smell equally intoxicating. You could practically taste the adventure of love with every gentle kiss she had to offer. 
How could I be so foolish as to think I was happy when I was alone? To finally feel alive is to regretfully understand how long I was truly dead.

This poem is about: 
My family


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