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its night again,

stars peak

through slatted windows

curled naked in beds

too big,

too empty

so maybe I wish

on those shooting stars

believing

in the dreams come true

and maybe

I’ll fall asleep tonight

head on pillow

and dream about you,

how it feels

wrapped inside your arms,

and my heart trips

settling against
the curve of your chest –

so tonight I’ll curl

into blankets

in darkened rooms

as the words

lay themselves down

and I can’t help

but miss you…

 

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