I just want to wake beside you at seven,
When the world is still, and the light is uneven.
To watch you reach for the alarm, still lost in sleep,
Your hair messy, yet somehow, you're everything I want to keep.
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How could a heart such as yours Ever find a home in mine? How could I, lost in your silence, Ever hope to make you see the signs?
How do I change, or twist, or break, To be the thing you'd never take? So you might see, though I am near, How easily I disappear.
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