Dreaming of You
Unclothed, you were as pure as my dream
Stripped of sheen, dampness still on the skin
The light from the east glanced off
the drops of last night's truce
when we were silent to the sounds of the frogs in the night,
remembering only the echoes of ourselves as we once were
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