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This poem....
Isn't about a thing

There's not a thing on my mind

I write on a blank
yet feel content
inside

Lavender warmth pulses
near my heart
A feeling of space
guides
The dark

A pool of blue suns hover
over our heads
But that doesn't matter
Because
We're not in our heads

This poem really isn't about a thing
Not a dream
It's writing on a blank
Just a love that's faint...
Until you wake.