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Oct 2013
You lay there
with bed head hair
and
morning breath...

Dried drool on your lower lip

the remnants
of last nights take away

still present in your teeth

and all I can think
Is

how beautiful you are

and

how much

I love you
In a world of Photoshop such true beauty is so often lost
Written by
soul in torment
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