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I tired finally of the pages of my book.
Dreamless sleep takes my glasses from my face.
I slumber through the morning to midday.
Finally your faceless figure wakes me as a dream.
There is no pretence to your image,
No story or background unfolds your life.
Born out of water, the only medium shown.
Unclothed and faceless yet not ashamed.
Slowly I wake to business yet prescribed,
And the image that brought me into this day fades a little.
Unable to portray you with image,
Only words describe you,
And settle your memory.
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