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It's wee in the morning
yet sleep is still elusive.
I turned left and even to the right
trying to find the convenient side.
Then I felt your toes touching,
as if it has its own life.
as if it has its own life.
Suddenly it's your arms
at my forehead, repeatedly rubbing
until I recognized no more.
at my forehead, repeatedly rubbing
until I recognized no more.
That feeling once again prevailed
familiar as it seemed
but I love the touches anyway.
familiar as it seemed
but I love the touches anyway.
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