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Melatonin by Phesto
How quiet, how soft
A gentle rise and fall
I watch him through a veil as thick as distance
Even though my hand is right beside
Though I know he sleeps, his eyes are open to match mine
He must, for in that gaze
I see only still silence.
Writing some stuff recently. I suppose I should just start slappin' it up here, especially since my flash-in-the-pan love of trying to figure out how to draw has fizzled out for the time being... Ah well. I hope you enjoy.
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