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more_you_and_less_dream
dafremen r.dafremen

In the quiet of the morning's yawn
the sound of your voice stands out
though you're not around.

Still, I imagine what I'm missing
when the waiting's long
and the longing waits
'til it almost goes away.

And there isn't a moment I wouldn't trade
for more you and less dream
on boring mornings such as these

But the hungry take what they can get
(and the waiting it ain't over yet)
So I will sup upon this conjured treat instead:

That your lips are moving
and so sweet
I taste each precious sound you speak
as I live what I am missing
in my head.
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