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Easily feening for
Marshmallow pillows
That sleeps upon time
Tired yawning echoes through the walls
Scented air breeze upon my twisting body
Comfort is hard to find as the
Blush cotton cuddles around me
I hear him
Creeping slowly against the shadows
CREAK, STEP, CREAK
Crawling past the dim light
Past the shaded windows
Climbing in the calm sheets
Creating warmth against me
Hovering over my dreams
As he glides his hand over my figure
Finger by finger touching down
Below
-QWEEN
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