10:11 on a sunday evening

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tonight i know that i will be content
maybe not tomorrow or tuesday or wednesday
but in this moment i'm having a taste of hope
a taste of spring flowers
and a future lover to lay next to when i wake
a feel of what affection and love would really feel like

the embrace of someone who loves me as much as i love them

the embrace of contentment
to help me sleep through my nights again

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