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Tiny hands rub tiny eyes clean of tiny sleep,
and the tiny steps I take toward you could fit
the moon six times over with room to spare.
Do I meet you in some dream, or is the kiss
I leave merely a tiny remnant quickly lost
to dripping sunlight burning away the tiny night?

(dtn)

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