you're the prayer inside me.

the trees dance under the moonlight, i hear them rustling from outside these 4 walls as the rain falls from the sky, soaking everything through.

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my finger slides across the page. it's coloured in orange. ryan softly points his pencil into the paper where my finger rested seconds before... "right here". right there, and right here.

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i prepare myself for a good night's rest. i lay my head down. thoughts of you. we dance with the trees outside, moon overtop. and the stars come out to play.