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May 2015
I very much  like your face when you sleep
When you’re not upset that I forgot one thing or another
When you’re not breathing fire
When you’re not crying lighting
When you’re not running away
When you’re not on the roof bare footed
When there seems to be a part of you that’s sane.
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