Let the starlight strap
us into a sleep maze
of excitement!
Let’s twirl and whirl
on the cusps
of midnight delightment!
Shall we wake before
the cinnamon burned morn,
then let our voices be trembled
by the humble rumble of
what was sure to happen;
cloak me in wonder
and I’ll keep you in potential.
The stars will stay in both our minds,
that bright, back-lit pinnacle.
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