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Sep 2014
I lie in your shared bed listening to the soft music you need to sleep.
Your nightlight illuminates shadows on the wall.
I can hear your body going to sleep. The rhythm.
The air is cool and the blanket is heavy.
The smell of fresh laundry, and your breathing becomes heavier.
I can hear trucks passing on the highway.
The wind streams into the bedroom.
The rhythm. I'm wide awake.
Written by
Jack Raynes
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