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In love there are strange sorrows that wake you from your slumber at ungodly hours just to prove you do need somebody breathing on the back of your neck. It's the most inhuman thing to remind yourself you're without the only one you care about. If suddenly the covers stopped dancing breaking the rhythm of a life intended...Subconsciously from the depths of dreams I would recover your winding soul. I am without the kick and shutter of falling and catching your awakening with my smile. Waiting a while to kiss your lips as you dip back in to drift past my smile to grab my hips. Pulling me in. I miss this and that way your leg secures the wandering I never think of here.. meeting you there our noses grace, cupping your face in the palm trees I catch the breeze of your absence and I to frozen to shutter and move...still waits there

-Lovve