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I woke up the morning with my eyes
and let you in through my disguise you shivered stepping on the wet grass of the front yard with all the toys spilled out like the bones of the old you smiled and a wrong wings' wind broke the silence and you leaned towards the sun so stubborn like you could have had such arms of desire tattooed on the inside while I couldn't think of it more than my dry mug of tea and the glasses forgotten on the bedside and I realised that you are the tree of my life, and I breathed you in and you built me inside like your precious sun in jigsaws of mirrors while I dreamt only of stillness inside this patches of life with my unwoven sleeves of darkness I love you I think that I said a gesture of wiping off all of these mornings of empty beds and empty mugs and you, barely turning your head, you smiled like an Adonis towards this early cold broke of a dawn in silence
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