You exchange in those hours before waking
Reaching out through the illusions the slide and stretch
So you don't see who I truly am in darkness we have no shadows
Minutes flow out our time is dwindling as dawn approaches
The dream deepens the exchange intensifies
Little piece of ourselves we trade in the darkness
Little slices of this false avatar that I am
Taken in by the false version of what you are
Why is my touch different?
Why would my love be different?
In the dark it could be anyone
The formless breeds fascination
The flow of this dream overwhelms
You wake empty
Morning gloom's dessperate hands
I am gone, not just for now...
I am gone forever, this dream will never revisit you.
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