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There is No Spoon

I dreamt the beautiful dream.

Lying there, you in my arms,

cuddling

sleeping.

My chest against your back,

arms encircling

and protecting you.

Your slow breath

shifting your body in my arms.

I kiss your neck

and feel you smile,

and hear it from the depths

of your being.

Then the alarm shatters,

and I am alone.

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