Dark Skies
We don't get to write many wrongs.

a single stroke of strange light streaks across her face

she smiles as if it’s the first timeĀ 

i yawn and rub my hazy eyes

waking up with her has its very own pace

a hug and a kiss as the sun lightens the mood of the room

a sigh and a giggle while i stand up to get dressed


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