before the first rays of the sun illuminated the city.
Taken to heart. Really.
You are akin to a very large body of water in my veins.
And while sleeping trumps everything,
sleep is a small price to pay
to get the conversation going.
"I have to pause to take your words in, to let them envelope me, and I swear,
they almost feel like the way you run your fingers languidly across my skin.
For a moment there, I can feel you right next to me."
What is returned, when one extends something
far more generous that what was agreed upon.
You say
I say -- hey.
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Here's the thing about writers (no matter how tiny) -- they rarely forget, enforcing what they remember or try to retain, with a few words here and there, a misplaced poem, little missives of absolute adoration.
I don't know if you should count yourself lucky.
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