quietly drawn to your
penchant mornings, to your
silence, to the sound of
your dreams and the ache of
your breathing, to the
things you dislike about
yourself - secretly i desire
all mornings be spent with you,
that i be blessed by your
hungered delight and the
truth of your existence,
that you let me stand next
to you to catch the fireflies
that keep you dancing in the dark.
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