Your presence pierces itself
into my peaceful rest,
lulling me into lucid dreams
that fill me with longing.
Dreams that leave me
aching to fall back asleep
the second I wake up.
Your presence pierces itself
into my peaceful rest,
lulling me into lucid dreams
that fill me with longing.
Dreams that leave me
aching to fall back asleep
the second I wake up.
AO Poetry 
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