Tonight, like every night,
and every day,
she is there
on my mind
all the time.
Her smile and her eyes
looking at me, and I
am the luckiest man
and I know that its true,
because my dreams of you
are inebriating, lucid, stirring,
perfection.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 10:09 PM UTC
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