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Her eyes are closed,
and i sit beside her
How far away is she?
There seems to be some firestorm outside.
The sky flashes red behind
the screens we own.
The neighbors have gathered round as if they expect the ancient to occur.
For all i know, it could be our house
on fire.
I want to wake her, and yet i want to stay.
How can it be me who wakes her,
it would be so assumptious.
I don't know that she's dreaming
of me.
The air gets thick.
But there is sweetness
in suffocation.
As when one says one word over and over and over again.
Stay
untill its meaning is so concise
it strangles the battles of old
times, into a single kiss
on the forehead.
Enough to wake,
but too soft to keep her
from her dreams.
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