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Do you see what I see? Is it hoo? or who?

Every morning you are here.

Before dawns early light,

There rages an eternal fight.

The darkness races around,

As the light chases it abound.

Do you see what I see?

Is it you’re asking me, who?

This, I do not know.

Hypersensitive to the touch.

I feel your presence.

My skin becomes electrified.

A gentle breeze crosses my face,

I smell you. I don’t have to see you,

Because I feel you.

My memory knows you,

But, I do not. I close my eyes,

Still there.

Still surprised.

Do you see what I see? 🦉