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In the wake of dawn l found myself sleeping
On the floor, things shattered.
Open casements beckoned a ray, vignette
Bearing the occult glow, hinting fortune.

Yet l knew, the ray, the fly of dreams,
Would take me from myself away, indeed,
Through a hideous reflection of dazzling beams,
Passing by the passions of mine inside.

Swaying in heart, when l peered into it,
In the realm of reality, l found that flying
Dreams to be hanging out with my own self,
In a haste, fearing none would see it go.

But in a translucent opacity, I was sure of it,
Saw it, none but my reflection, since
I was mocking at my mirror, flying away,
Away from my occult fortune.

Passing by, my mirror leaving me alone in this
Desolate place where no one but you
In a form of virtuosity,passing by an unrealworld,
Where no one could wake me from that reality.

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