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Midnight whispers linger in distant stills behind eyes

soothing colors behind those glances flutter ever so lightly

in dreamy phases

Springtime, Nighttime

with pixes mischief and fairy kisses

that lead the way inside

under covers temptations fires put out by

a flick of the tongue

drifting lazily on a dream of petals of white, blue and red

I'll lick my wounds and start anew

Wishing I could stay.