You are my lullaby,
the intake of your breaths,
the hummingbird that nestled in my chest.
You are the 40 lights flickering in the middle of the night;
all the hope in a dream that may have perished.
All the reasons to linger a little longer.
You are the calm that blooms in cacophony.
I'll trace constellation in the freckles of your skin.
the intake of your breaths,
the hummingbird that nestled in my chest.
You are the 40 lights flickering in the middle of the night;
all the hope in a dream that may have perished.
All the reasons to linger a little longer.
You are the calm that blooms in cacophony.
I'll trace constellation in the freckles of your skin.
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