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Quiet Thoughts on a Lonely Night
You fell asleep lying next to poetry.
I brushed the hair behind your ear
to whisper.
My presence startled you, but dreaming began.
I could feel your torpid episodes as if
they were my own.
I dared to enter your slumber and discovered beauty.
Prior, I laid myself down in curiosity
to find where the beautiful minds had withdrawn,
but understood only unremitting monotony.
Now, I delve into the deepest depths of beauty,
stumbling upon only creativity, originality.
Your mind is divine, but now I lie outside,
waiting for love of mine.
-Ryan K. Fuller
