how I can be with thee
the silent connection through the embrace of our intellectual natures.
We hear our bodies cry for rest, while our minds beg but a few short moments more
we allow our minds to be set free
in the night we become our closest friends and still independent creatures
The morning will come and we will still be here in the throws of our books, and with it were the night before
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