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Thoughts Beside A Cracked Window

We end up falling asleep on our backs,
cheeks pressed against
one another,
mouths agape.
All sighs and heavy breathing,
our chests heaving with each
sleepy
inhale,
exhale.
Rising with the sun,
we kiss each other anyway,
not worrying about poisoning the
other with our
pungent morning breath,
the stale aftertaste
of already forgotten dreams.

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