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Sep 2013
There should be a word to explain the
sleepy happiness I see on her face.
Maybe there is,
in a beautiful language like
French or Arabic.
But that lovely, calm dreaminess that
overcomes her features is
beautiful and childlike and endearing.
And even if there was a word for it,
it wouldn't be able to
match that sort of
beauty that I see on her.
Wrote this a week ago while remembering what it's like to watch her fall asleep.
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