In the Silence of the Night
The Tick-Tock of a Clock
is Punctuated by Your Breathing.
I close my Eyes and drift into a Black Hole
Everything is Trapped in here.
The Image of Your Beautiful Face is Twisted.
It Strikes me Deeply.
I want to reach out to You
but You are being Pulled away from Me.
I want to wake up
But I cannot.
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