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Our First Night

Our First Night

At four a.m. I wake
Our hands still clasped, now sweaty
My hair across his shoulder
A crick in my neck.
When I roll over he wraps an arm around me
And pulls me back to him, relentless
To have me close.
And that’s how I knew I was happy.

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