all things come to an end, in some way or another.

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as we lay there, wrapped in the long-out-of-season comforter,
i tried to fall asleep, but alas, only my arm was successful.
the rest of me was acutely aware of anything but sleep;
your hair, still damp from the previous frolic in the rain,
the summer-rain sticky-heat,
the sound of the fan in the window
[both making areas it touches cold and,

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such are the prices we pay for happiness.

in the end, i believe it is worth the pain.

~*~