Sunset

The sunset sleeps,

before you and me.

Everything he was running from

was more than she could dream.

The blanket that provided

was suffocating him

but she needed it to stop shaking.

He didn’t know if she loved him

or

was in love with the idea of being loved.

The sunset sleeps.

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