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Sep 2010
in the single beam of light through the broken blind
dust drops and climbs on the breath of the sleeping,
resting on eyelashes covering rapidly dancing pupils
which see only you,
dripping in that early morning ray.

and still, in sleep,
the ache.

to love you,
oh,
to love you.
Written by
T Kwinter
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