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  • Writer's pictureRyan Crawley

The Ways in Which I Wish

As personal as a shiver,

As intimate as morning

When birds sing,

That is,

The way I wish to speak to you.

When the sun loses strength

And the moon intervenes,

A softer scene,

That is,

The way I wish to see you.

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