Rest isn’t Won, It’s Frequency

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She waltzes into my arms
embracing this nightly ritual.

Kneading my shoulders
at a jogger’s pace.

Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.

I’m not up for running.

This she knows,

patting love.

silently

steadily

incessantly

back

inside

my ached

bones.

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