shivering 5.15am wake up/
to the brightest morning/
sun where brisk flying horses/
had been brushed up been dusted/
came in to my dream with shiny prizes/
they had published us in the dream/
and it made me feel so confused/
you are my mountain where/
I have no permission to conquer so/
I will wait for the mirror that shows/
one captivating/
and pursued/
and an essential part of./
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