Nighttime and I enter my nightly sarcophagus
of fabric and fond moments
spent restless in thoughts
where smiles conjure into a stare
abstraction matinee
nocturnal necromancy
playing at the back of my head
an unlocked jigsaw
that immediately locks into place
a voice emitting from behind a face
curved smiles
gleeful eyes
and they talk
whispering the words
As I read a digital page
in your voice.
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