Clarity at the Break of Dawn - On the Dark Side of Love

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I awake, like half-baked clay, an amorphous mass blasted in the furnace of my dreams. I awake, thoughts stalk me. The memory of your face aborts the tears from my eyes. I awake from meandering melancholic sickly honey-scented meadows. Dream flowers waving, cascading rivulets of fire. I awake, perspiring. Sheets slick like snow-melt. Your smell ringing in the aftershocks of our forgotten mingling. I awake, dredged from my bed. Mould on the windowsill. Dawn ringing in the day. I awake in decaying streams of consciousness, yesterday flowing away. Your currents mingle, in our shared tidal range.

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