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this is sacred

when you snuggle into me

and move your toes into mine

when your breath becomes heavy and slow

and the night takes over into a dark space

where we are warm together

and we whisper the days passing

and our hands become connection

our ceremony, our ending to our beginning...

this is our spirit living

when we are embarking on that soft edge

between yesterday and tomorrow

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