three am thoughts

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what consists of you
that consists of all my thoughts?
that floods every corner
of my restless mind?
a script of your voice
a painting of your eyes
a flash of your smile
you exist in every crevasse
they pour out with details of you
they crash like tidal waves
they bleed dark blue
three in the morning
never felt so safe
until it was the very thought of you
which kept me awake

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