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Jul 2012
Staying awake all night.
You next to me, chest barely rising.
(I have to put my hand there just to make sure.)

At four you wake, go fetch a water for us to share.
Ask if I've slept, when I reply you sigh and rub my back in a dreamy haze.

"We lose ourselves in the things we love
We find ourselves there, too."
Kathy Myers
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Kathy Myers  34/F/Lost in Translation
(34/F/Lost in Translation)   
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