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The morning sun rises, with its rays on your face,
Another restless night spent in a chase
As you emerge from the bedsheets, dazed but awake,
Still grappling with impressions of names and  the
Places that you seen in the dream, vibrating
In the air, the familiarity and the strangeness,
All but the same...
An incoherent state,
Bittersweet of a taste,
Feeling like spitting both of your lungs out,
It's the rage!
How everything just changed... in a blink of an eye,
As you stare at the cold floor, tears on your mind,
You clench your fist, not too tight
As you tense through the spine,
Can't believe you could ever be oblivious to the signs! 
But you knew, love is blind,
That's the spew of the wise,
The all conclusive, undisputed, testament of the times...
Not at all that reliant,
Press pause, then rewind,
Except the damn tape skips, you're shackled, in a bind
You look around, feeling tired, exhausted from it all
Still guessing if that was the sharpest drop of a fall,
Who knew paradise... involved a heart cooked raw?
In the arena of blame game, your flaws were the draw...
This whole thing is stupid!
The offspring of Cupid,
Insane is your story, a narration so lucid...
While you're bleeding at the core,
A cynic's distortion,
The sea of red, a wound of epic proportions
Nodding off again, your whole head feeling nauseous,
Cautious,
Crawling back to bed - a solar solstice
Tarnished, what could have been... so perfect...
Knowledge, of waking up again,
You will be soaring!