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c l o s e s t t o r e a l i t y
unable to fall asleep my body turned towards yours sleep is distracted by the strokes of light painted across your face by the candle on your bedside table my eyes remain fixed on your skin so close to mine so familiar to my hands and lips raising my hand displacing my elbow from its usual position of resting against yours i find your texture in my folds and lines descending from a dream closest to reality i wake to my nightmare of an empty space beside me
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