In this stifling heat,
I turn to watch you sleeping,
The soft helpless breath,
Of a fan twitching,
The fine silk of your hair,
As you murmur,
Some forgotten half-dream,
Or perhaps a secret,
I know not,
From where,
It came,
Until it strikes me again,
Those whispered words,
My name.
~Rei Shiori
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