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Sep 2014
Your words in forms of whispers
Replacing what I call music
Your breathing warm and deep
Serving as my source of air
Your arms that envelop me
Providing refuge
Your touch that with every linger it
burns
It leaves traces
along those places
a contingence

Something vivid
Something surreal
Something perfect; impeccable



But then at one moment my eyes started to flutter
The vision of you beside me
Disappeared
Then I realized
*I woke up
sanctuary
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