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I wake up with a thought,

In the middle of the night,

Or rather, I think,

I was dreaming,

While you whispered poetry,

To the blue sky.

Startled, I wake up,

Trying to remember,

The words you’d never say again,

The way I’ll never see you again,

As you disrupt with ease,

The rhythm as my heart beats;

Until I manage to fall asleep,

To wake up,

Without the words,

You or our evenings anymore.


words for the day

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