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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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