We studied the science of sleep
in a pile on my bed.
Hiding under the covers,
I kissed you on your head.
Although we were awake,
everything felt like a dream.
When the morning came around,
I was sad to see you leave.
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 1:12 PM UTC
We studied the science of sleep
in a pile on my bed.
Hiding under the covers,
I kissed you on your head.
Although we were awake,
everything felt like a dream.
When the morning came around,
I was sad to see you leave.
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