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With you.


With you

it's warm. It's

like a hot cup of coffee 

on an unrushed, quite morning

 

With you,

there is a certain weight

to the silence

that speaks.

 

With you,

peace settles,

time slows,

like two stars in an endless sky.

 

With you, 

life ebbs...

leaving only what

was unsaid.

 

With you,

"becasue I love you"

is all that isn't said

but never needs to be. 

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