Of all
of time
when I
might feel
lonely it’s
now between
the darkest
of night
and dawn
for nothing
stirs besides
one’s very
own dreams
and you
being mine
upon which
I look
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Of all
of time
when I
might feel
lonely it’s
now between
the darkest
of night
and dawn
for nothing
stirs besides
one’s very
own dreams
and you
being mine
upon which
I look
Comments are closed.
beautiful words, Harlan! Remember me?
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I’m sorry but I don’t. 🧐
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