It's like waking up,
When I have to leave,
An incisive alarm
My present self must sheathe.
Your dreamy wrap surrounds me
And my body feels you breathe.
It's tempting not to rise just yet,
To match the sleepy heave,
But the busy world demands me
And has rung my rusty bell.
Though if I had the time
I'd reside beside you still.
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