she falls asleep on nietzsche;
her hand rested on the shoulder of dove wings
she tells me she loves me with 3am whispers
and always wakes with a contagious smile
I'm smiling
and now even my poems are smiling.
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she falls asleep on nietzsche; I'm smiling
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