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eleveneleven
11:11
And I’m still awake
My mind ambushed
By thoughts of you.
11:11
And I’m lying restless
Wishing,
Hoping,
Wanting you.
11:11
Might not mean a thing.
A mere superstition,
A fantasy.
But what’s the harm
In believing
11:11
Will somehow
Some way
Bring you closer
To me.
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