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sleepyhead

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I crave him.

Behold my heart.

Too long it’s lived.

In shadows, dim and torn apart.

Why must we part?

I miss your song.

The way it played.

Where I belong.

In your love, I long to swim.

To trust again.

And start with him.

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savannah girl

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County Rd 91B, Woodland, California.

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#沙耶の唄 | 好猫

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blue

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sweet lover

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I Spy, in Fragments and Frames

I spy with a gaze through fractured glass,

A flicker of time as moments pass—

A keyhole world, both sharp and shy,

Where shadows lean and questions lie.

I spy a whisper stitched in thread,

A book left open, words half-said;

A smudge of chalk on weathered stone,

The echo of a child's unknown.

A lamplight flicker, brass and blue,

Hints of lives I never knew.

A rusted hinge, a broken rhyme,

The clock hands stilled, mid-measure of time.

I spy the hush behind a stare,

A feather falling through thin air—

A riddle etched in coffee rings,

The ghost of long-forgotten things.

It’s not just games that eyes reveal,

But seams in what we think is real.

The world is not as still as seems—

Each object hums with half-spoke dreams.

So look again. Don’t pass it by.

There’s truth within a whispered “spy.”

The smallest clue, the faintest line—

A secret waits, by your design.