You were sleeping, I
made my senses sing softly
and my shadow fall lightly
only
my glance touched you
touched you gently
and when you wake up
it is the ground
your feet land on
yet it is
my heart that begins
to reverberate
you have to shut your eyes to see it that's when the day goes dark running like a scar seaming into something close I stop, blind as a ...
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