cxxi

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11:37 pm

i long for the day

when i will not cry alone

but instead, be blanketed in your arms

soft but strong

as you cradle me like a child

your fingertips dancing across my skin

to the rhythm of my heartbeat

but for now,

you are not here

and my rapid breaths send me to sleep

instead of your steady ones

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