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Aug 2016
I fall asleep -
Curled up small above the cab of the camper -
My eyes drawn to the pools of night in your face below -
My hand hanging down so my fingers brush your forehead -
I stare, for as long as my eyes will stay open -
Below me -
The face of my forever.
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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