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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
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
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