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The night is far spent – 2.4.13

Yet we couldn’t pay attention to the time. Hours run by ours. My heart flutters and floats in your oceanic tide, pulling me close to you. As you inhale and exhale, the music of your snores makes me smile. I’m intrigued by your dreams with your eyes no longer stargazing at me. You’re tired, I can tell. Tell. Tell me your dreams. I am in your arms but I cannot go. I will not go. The night is not gone.

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