

sleep deprive not this heartyour photograph speakssleep deprive not this heart
to me in waves of
volumes that fills bookshelves bare once, brimming to teetering levels - I want to touch your face, to laugh for the joke you'll say and stare until you ask me
what it is and I'll just say, with bated breath, It was a dream before that woke me to you and I'm wondering if I'm dreaming another dream... scared to wake.
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My boy, if silence is golden, you are bankrupt. -
Charlie Chan
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