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It’s late over there, are you sleeping?

I keep looking- darling I keep

searching for you everywhere. Hours

have passed yet I am wide awake.

The only time I know you’re real is

when sleep starts catching up to me;

that’s when I feel you. I can sense your

movement; white petals closing up

in the moonlight, butterfly wings

fluttering off the edge of your fingertips.

I never envied time as much as I do now,

with sleep burdening me, if it doesn’t exist

why do I miss you all the time?

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