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23.10.2016

I am wet when we talk, I sit at the border of the bed while drying my hair and watching you start your day and telling me how you slept last nite. You keep on having the same sweet dreams and you care that I am hunted by mine. I do not talk much but I do listen, outside the rain starts. I do not remember what we talked last nite. I said that the future was near? Really? Maybe I should then try it once. 

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