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clean sheets


i whispered in your ear
last night while you slept
directing you towards
a smile at the end of your dream

"love harder," i shushed
"love truer," hoarsely
"love me," i begged.

then,
the corner of your lip
curled up gently

i brushed the hair from your face
kissed your forehead
and watched you sleep
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