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Remain still to my skin,
pressed against your back
buried in, with both arms,
both legs, asleep in poppy fields.

This dream of never ends
is all I want or need,
as leftover romance from the night before.
And nothing, dear,

Do I desire more,
than to listen to you breathe.
Rolled over, in coil, I lay.
Beside you, forever I stay.

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