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When it’s quiet and
your senses awake,

as if they were in a
coma the entire day.

You now can hear
your home stretching
it’s limbs,

so the air softly slides
over your skin.

You catch the scent
of the creamy white
candle as it flickers;

today it’s
vanilla with a hint
of warm spices.

Your eyes,

even when their gaze
is no longer shining,

can see an entire
universe unravel itself;

it doesn’t look pretty
this time

but
you feel
your
heart
slowly
settling.