I dreamt of you and
didn't recognize my home,
or me, when I woke.
The blades of grass look
soft in the photograph on
your desk; camera's lie.
The light through bedroom
window breaks, I am alone.
I feel the clouds pass.
didn't recognize my home,
or me, when I woke.
The blades of grass look
soft in the photograph on
your desk; camera's lie.
The light through bedroom
window breaks, I am alone.
I feel the clouds pass.
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