I like it when you sleep. I like the calmness of your
face and the way in which you breath, I like how you are settled
and don't tug on your sleeves. I like the slowness of your
heart - how it beats, steady, in your chest and how when you are
sleeping, I also get to rest. I'll sit beside you in the
darkness and I'll watch you with great care, I'll count
all of your freckles and from your face, I'll brush your
hair. I'll watch you and I'll worry, about problems that
aren't mine, but the why in which you sigh will suspend them
all in time.
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