My pygmalion

I saw her in a dream once,
In a city we both didn’t belong to.

She was a foreign language,
Beautiful to listen to,
But a mystery.

Time knocked on the door,
Like death’s shadow.

I didn’t want to wake up,
One more dance, one more kiss.

But she was already gone,
A memory of something unreal,
My pygmalion.

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