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I wake too soon
In the hazy dark
The almost dark
The shadowy muffled dark of a silent room in slumber
Before the proper fall of blackest night
And I wonder out loud whose hand holds mine
An incredulous sight
Stretched out there over a wrinkled cotton pillow dotted with faux flowers
The one I like to pretend is a warm body pulled close to mine
imbued with magical powers,
to stall the darkest dark
But now in this blurry eyed half dark,
two clenched hands I see
Fingers folded together neatly, over easy
Tingling warmth and the throb of heartbeats pulsing
through tightly pressed veins
I woke too soon
Car lights invading my window, to blame
I slip quickly back
Into the hazy dark
The almost dark
The shadowy muffled dark of a silent room in slumber
I close my eyes and fall back under the spell
Into the dream time
Where nights weren't dark at all, but full of the sublime
And both hands
weren't just mine...

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Stargazer13 7 June 27
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Very moving...lovely!

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Very nice!

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You continue to impress.This written today?Very nice

lookinhard Level 7 June 27, 2018
2

Like Morphous sprinkling sand in the eyes of the slumbering. Good rune

azzow2 Level 9 June 27, 2018
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