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dream

I become aware of your breath

against the frozen wall

of my heart,

of your fingers softly and

without purpose

drawing lines

in the mist

and in the sanctuary of

this golden hour,

in the safety created

by the familiarity

I suddenly feel at home

close my eyes

and find my

rest
Written by MortCrusia
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