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Patricia Cikus Nov 2013
Sunday morning.
You are fighting against
dreaming and sleeping.
Sunlight sends its beams
through the window.
You look at it half asleep
you see tiny little dots
dancing in the air
in the beams of the morning light
little dust fairies
with wings so fragile
a breath could destroy them.
Special thanks to Her and Him.
Patricia Cikus Nov 2013
I* am jealous of
your *bed

your sheets
your shirts and perfume
and smoke of your cigarette

because they wrap and cloud around you
touch you, feel your dark, soft skin
feel your warmth

when I cannot do those things
when I am too far away
spending my lonely afternoons
wishing to be

your bed
your sheets
your shirts and perfume
and smoke of your cigarette.
Dedicated to Him. I spent more than three years loving him, and I've learnt so much during that time. Thanks to Him, I've learnt what love is.

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