Watch as my clouds of slumber stir, casting a blushing hue upon awakening — dreams still lucid —…
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In the night, blackened ink sky, you lie breathing, on your side, facing me. I look at your eyelashes and kiss them. The wind washes…
You are still a blank page to me. One to touch and feel all over, to soak in, to listen to. When we talk your world becomes my…