You are my distraction,
the turn of my eye,
the catch of my breath,
a thought before sleep.

You are my distraction
in the word-filled silence,
my far-off looks,
a random midday smile.

You are my distraction,
a hopeless hope,
an impossible possibility,
a dream of kisses.

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