Lonely Nights
In the long hours of the night I spend time mostly thinking about you. I fight the endless battle of sleep as I let my eyes close for only a second. Within that second I imagine your face, the outline of your lips,and the touch of your skin. So close, but never can I grasp it as my eyes unfold.
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