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No matter how tired                              I am,          and of my eyes want to creak shut.                I'll read to you till we  fall asleep together,   in imaginations slumbering                           blanket of snores. (it maybe her or me? we haven't decided) You want to test your nail varnish colour,               paint my toes a rainbow. I'll always smile             when I look down at your                       art work on my pinkies. (2 months later its still there AAArrrrr) You may not realise this but every tired               moment means I've spent more                                             time with you. And every moment is a smile waiting                    to happen.                         You'll always be my No1 thought,                       when the sunrises with you.                          Till the moment the stars                   shimmer us to sleep. Under a bed fort made for one of you.                                and a three quarters of me...
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Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
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No matter how tired                              I am,          and of my eyes want to creak shut.                I'll read to you till we  fall asleep together,   in imaginations slumbering                           blanket of snores. (it maybe her or me? we haven't decided) You want to test your nail varnish colour,               paint my toes a rainbow. I'll always smile             when I look down at your                       art work on my pinkies. (2 months later its still there AAArrrrr) You may not realise this but every tired               moment means I've spent more                                             time with you. And every moment is a smile waiting                    to happen.                         You'll always be my No1 thought,                       when the sunrises with you.                          Till the moment the stars                   shimmer us to sleep. Under a bed fort made for one of you.                                and a three quarters of me...
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Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
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