Guess I really am living up to the title of this blog...its 2:48 in the morning
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I follow you
Breathing softly the scent of warm lilac and the glow of the sun
Against my breath, fading
I wonder if this could be real,
That maybe in dreaming there could be truth
That somehow I could extend these shadows from the night
And into the day
Then this beautiful moment,
When the sun and the earth and you and I collide,
Could be more than just a shadow
But instead a living display
Against the beat of the past
Maybe we could be this way
If the night was no longer the night
And the day had never been the day.
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