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At night, the stairs of this old house creaks Whispering to me, sweet spirit sleeping soundly during the night. The shadow movements, the fluid dance of a candles flame Dances in our room like the Northern Lights I take your hand, wrapping my legs around yours, It is what night time soul vines do, Coiling around the warmth, finding the placement of the sun. Should I be praying? Your hand on my back, face to face. Should we soar a little higher? During our dreams and back to reality Passing the sands of time and endless oceans I repeat to myself. I don’t want to wake, I don’t want to wake.

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