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Ever

The night now ends-continues anew. I stray from quiet light. To our room. Controlled. Silent like a shadow. I turn the knob. Open the door. Follow its motion. Strain to its creaks. On our bed. The cover white and flowered. I find my eyes quest. A light. Dashes through only a rip in window curtain. Like I it cannot resist. My eyes. Blessed eyes. Behold your beauty. My puppet angel. Innocent of my touch. Touched by the sweet. You of gentle touch. Of tender soul. The vision overwhelms. Holds. The silent song surrounds. Love, I found.
Ever

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