Never a dream
That didn't wake me.
Shake me lightly,
Lovingly hate me.
Coldly embrace me,
Then turn me away
In terror and awe
Of the new coming day.
But wait...
Where have I come from
And why?
How many people
And prying eyes?
How many prayers
For death or for life?
And how on earth,
or elsewhere, have I,
Of all that have died,
Survived?
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