Five days of dreams,
You popped up in each one,
A love,
A make up,
A break up,
Then I wake up.
Confusion arises with me and the sun,
What I thought had floated on,
Had reared its surprising head,
As I awake and put my shoes on.
These dreams are consistent,
As one day fades,
Into another,
Your face pops through,
Into my vulnerable splendour.
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