Waking up,
Your slender legs possessed,
Of a certain white colour,
Curl up to your chest,
The vigorous light from outside,
Investigates the room,
Your hidden face,
My unclear love,
The pages of a novel,
Long to be finished,
Lie in the corner by the stand alone lamp,
On the perfect carpet,
I am feeling the veins across and between,
My unsettling hands.
Waking up,
I feel so much more a monster,
With no one to tell me why I should.
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