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Mar 2015
We are both struggling to get breath in, laying next to each other in bed;
Your snores are loud and could shake the walls while I'm just choking on my thoughts

The blue of the room reminds me of the blue of the waves I am obsessed with, and how I want to put them permanently on everything, even myself

My feet are warmed by a small dog who doesn't move unless he wants to, and I'm afraid to disturb anyone in this fairly domestic dreamland

Do you know I write poems at one A.M.?
Cheyenne Najee
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Cheyenne Najee  VA
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