Every night,
Imaginary arms,
Wraps my waist,
Whispering words…
Words delivering,
Different warmth.
Every lonely night,
A hand,
Pats on my shoulder,
Mumbling a song.
A song screaming,
Not to tilt my head.
Every cold night,
A delicate finger,
Wipes my tears,
Closes my eyes.
Those eyes,
Holding a kissable look.
Every shivering night,
A velvet lip,
Reaches my forehead,
With a violet elixir.
An Elixir,To reach beyond the dawn
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