Deep Sleep

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In the mourning.
I dream of a you.
I hear your laugh dance past me.
I react out of memory to your smile -
To the way your eyes lit up.
To your devious smile.
Always up to no good,
but you were always so much fun.
You were the one star I could never lose
In this infinite night sky.
The moon could never outshine you.
No matter how hard she tries

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