Feelings i can't ascertain
lost, craving or complain
sleep does comes and go
auger-ed line to follow
when clock strikes four
i woke up unlock my door
must have too much resting
i didn't do too much again
clutters, dust on window pane
pick it up and wipe off plane
lemon scent from spray can
sharpened sense, time reminds
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