And when tonight I'll hold under the blankets, shelter from the bitter cold that will not leave you a moment, pretend you close to me, shall imagine that touches your skin smooth mine.
Your hair annoyingly creep through his fingers. I'll see your belly rise and fall as you breathe so lightly that I almost wonder if you're still alive. Imagine your own eyes that suddenly open up and look at me surprised and aware. I'll watch your eyes huge and filled with the infinite, and slowly, as I swipe the back of the fingers, I go to sleep happy. And I dream so beautiful that I do not know if I'll wake up more then.
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