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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Sweet Dreams

I'm jealous of the moon,
because it knows all your latest secrets.

I'm jealous of your sheets,
 who get to touch every part of you as you fall asleep.

I'm jealous of your pillow,
who gets to feel the warm of your face.

But the sun is the luckiest of all.
When you are half asleep and unaware of how beautiful you look,
it kisses your lips with light.