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Just before you wake

The sinewy men of day crawl through the window

Robbing the drowsy crystals from your eyes

Massaging the sleep cruelly from your thighs

Before the first ray of dawn touches your face

They burrow into your mind and steal fragments of your dream

And as you open your eyes they crawl back to the place from which they came

You might just catch a glimpse...

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