ceasefire.

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I don’t think I’ve seen a more perfect sight than you fast asleep.

Peaceful and calm; the war that always rages inside of you is at a temporary ceasefire.

You’re soft and beautiful, and the gentle puff of your breath is the song that my heart beats to.

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