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Poem: Don't Fall Asleep by Garser Dismuke




We get goosebumps when our backs touch.
Wrapped in the covers we play with our hands,
making puppets on the wall. The street lights shine into the room through the broken window. She
stumbles onto my stomach, resting her head on my breast.These moments are gold. I cherish them like the world is going to end before we wake up.







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