With You

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What a rare thing it must be to see
beauty in the destruction around us.
The night is clear and we sit up on
your rooftop and talk of our dreams.
All the moments between us sacred-
exactly the way it should always be.
Glorious familiarity is found
whenever I am somewhere-
anywhere- in the world with you.

What an incomparable world we
live in in our minds, for it is very
different than the world we have
known our whole lives.

Night is coming to an end again.
Soon, the morning sun will rise.
We pull out our notebooks and fill
them with words of poetic love.
I find myself enamored by you all
over again as we speak our words
aloud to one another so bravely.
Silence continued to surround us
even with the coming dawn.

Slowly but surely, the sun began to
rise in the sky- concluding the hours
of what seemed to be just another
endless night with you.

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