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"Stay still, don't let me wake you" I said, stumbling over from your bedside in the dawn's drunken haze. Not wanting to stay any closer than I had to, I quietly sat in the corner to watch you from across the room; minding every breath and breathing slower with every movement. The clock remained frozen beneath the soft ambient light of your end table lampshade; pinned to the same 4:18am I left days ago. Your sheets have never been as lonely as this before, it's such a pity that I'm only beautiful in the morning.
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