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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Aug 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.21.10.22.16439]] |
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stubborn lids will resist those first bits of light, sweet languor leaving behind a dream and the memory of your skin soft, then urgent against me. I burrow again in the blanket, knowing that duties will steal the last bit of glow, knowing the day will rob me of the last glimmer of your loving imprint, and wanting not to let you go. You are not the only one who trails regret with fingertips when sleep brings an end to speech, and I know that life intrudes, but how I hate when it intrudes with you. |