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Life woke and life slept.
​One morn when life wasn't looking
​I opened my windows
and instead of the wind,
​a poet I knew not... had crept.
​He colored me in poems
A promise he'd spoken
was a promise he kept.
He held me with such passion
​He noted every want
He cradled my darkness
where from the cliffs... I would have lept.
​He said we were aligned by fate
always belonging to the other.
Then Life awoke and in reality's very moment.... I wept.
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