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Time and Your Hand

Most nights it wasn’t difficult To fall asleep. But then again, this Wasn’t most nights. The sun and stars still shine Through my curtains And fingers with whispers Call me back. Back? Back to when? To when time was easily Grasped and your hand was Still in mine and my Red lipstick was still On your cheek.

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