It's night time
outside your house.
I couldn't help but stare.
I imagined you,
cozy and comfortable,
but had I been inside,
you would've felt better.
I'd watch the moon move
and count how many times you'd toss.
I'd put us on display,
to exemplify the perfection.
Maybe they'd find room on the floor,
I wouldn't mind.
It'd be really nice.
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