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Wake Initiation
Evanescent wisps of kisses falling from my fingertips
Like raindrops plummeting upon blushing petals
So forlorn in the forest of fog
Where I cannot sleep
As they prey upon my starlit nights
My whispers of memories
Impending to drop like a fragile thread
And you can never be near me
But when the rivers of dawn illuminate the world
I can only see your face in a mere breath’s width
Before the smiles fade