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The sun has set
And so now you are out of vision.
I wonder how you can exist within me but stand missing.
I turn to your sound and your not there.
I turn at your cent and it’s unfair,
That not matter how long or how much I stare at the corners you will never appear.
My eyes, because of my endless gelatine tears
They can not focus and see clear,
That your there and I; am here.
The sun has set.
The stars bright as the day we met
And gratitude to the Sand man is my debt
And so mine is to wrap my arms around your waist,
For there is no time to waste
And so I saver your lips on my lips,
My hands, stroking the shape of your hips;
The evidence on my back from your finger tips;
The razing warmth to heat from yours and my body combined
And afterwards, we lay close and confide
Tired and satisfied we now close our eyes.
Then so suddenly I see the sun rise.
My heart is wounded and so it cries,
I wish for no more days, but instead endless dreams.
Gone, gone at day but here, here in dream it seems.
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