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No More, No Less

Morning comes
these eyes too heavy to wake
not knowing did they even sleep
 
all night writing
of those lips  
brushing gently across my cheeks
 
rough drafts no longer remembered
after the twenty-fourth toast to your kiss
this mind's amiss
 
the well's gone dry
and I'm parched
 
silence echos thru the stillness
as I keep on mouthing your name
 
too many days are wasted
waiting for the right one to come
let me be your moon
a reflection of you and your sun
 
what is, what was, what's done
 
no more, no less
nothing to expect
JusTim_
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