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When the stars come out to dance,
I dream that you are
with me.
A chill comes over my body,
as my heartbeat quick-
ens and I imagine
your fingertips
brushing my skin,
cratered by imperfections,
all of which you say are
beautiful.

I know this is just a dream
but I still wake up at 3am
with my heart beating
out of my chest.
More in love
than when I fell
asleep.

— The End —