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Slighty different from before,
a bed that does not fall,
wherever it takes to dream out loud,
you are, still, my endless point.

For the sake of the time,
any day can rise the sun,
(someone said),
and I feel warm lying on the san.

Thus I keep looking in the night,
for the smile that can draw stars,
peace as the skin that requires,
a soft kiss to make it calm.

In spite of the morning light,
while sheets come to their side,
a glass of milk enjoy the time,
before kissing it goodbye.

The curious case of an encounter,
that left so many yawns,
and turned everything upside down.