Sometimes...just by proximity someone makes you touch the sky
Sometimes...the sweet scent of milky sleep lulls you into dreams
Sometimes...being held hostage is heaven
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...I didn't want to leave and he told me not to. He sleepily reached for me and said stay. It was actually touching to hear. But I have things to do today --- things that cannot wait and he understands that. Grinding faster, grinding harder, hustling all the way...but maybe not so alone.
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