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Telltale Marks Your bedsheets left wrinkles in my skin That I trace slowly with the tip of my finger (it feels so early, being up before noon.) I watch you sleep, golden lashes brushing round cheeks The morning sun filters through the curtains (it looks like a halo around your head.) A brief flash of my closet romantic I unplug the alarm clock (no need for reality to interrupt.) I know you're not really asleep That half smile, faintly dancing on your lips gives you away (i know you too well.) I let you pretend anyway, It's all part of the game we play. (like children we make believe.) Your fingers tug at my own Invitation and