A Bit of Pretty
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Yearn

Yearn, today

Let it fill you up like a slow smile.

Your dark, warm nights breed

a confidence

made cold and empty in sunlight.

Surely you could, if you wanted.

Surely he wants?

Yearn. Hope,

tomorrow will bring along with dawn

and heat

and hated humidity

a touch unasked for, a question unneeded.

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