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Your image reached me
At ten minutes to six
And I couldn't sleep
Not a moment after
You blended with my sheets
You tangled in my mind

You looked so real
That I was almost happy
But at ten past six
I understood myself without you
It was my lonely sheets
And a usual gray morning

And you were my wind, but not in favor
You were my boat in the rocky shore
You were my door without a handle
You were my kiss seeking home

And you were a birth of antiquity
Trick of an alarm clock devil
You were foam of loneliness
Flesh with wounds of unlove

And so you were the other half
Of a dawn
That never shone