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“We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.”
[my art blog dedicated to everyday muses]During those quiet hours
I turn away, rumple the sheets
And your hand shoots out
And stays me
Pulling closer
To your warm core
In those quiet hours
Heart
Heat
Sleep
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