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Jan 2016
Morning lips.
Sweet morning kiss.
Slowly awaking
as I turn around.
Just one more minute
before my feet touch
the ground.
So early this morning.
Like words without sound.
I need to go.
And kiss you slow.
I'm on my way.
Have an awesome Friday.
Joyce
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Joyce
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