Midnight Blur
At night I cuddle to the sound,
perhaps, it speaks to me.
Your resonant wave,
crests through my stagnation,
disputing the channel.
Radiant darkness,
catches the corner of my closed eye.
I roll to your side
Bring back the spare pillow.
My toes crack in sigh,
to such an allure.
the remote teases my reach.
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