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Not quite such a thing so sweet as eyes kissed shut and the sound of your breathing; gentle like the hand that brushed against my arm while the night floats on.
What midnight screening flashes before closed lids to cause so soft a smile? In all the chaos of the silence this brings peace; you bring the closest thing to peace.
And soon I hope to join you. Hold the elevator door please—don’t worry, I’ll get off where you do. Until then, your smile spreads to mine.
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NJ Reed
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