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Jan 2015
I've always liked the idea
of waking up on your skin
early in the morning
Sheets wrinkled from our deep sleep
The sun barely beaming
through the cracks in my blinds
Your fingertips tickling my spine
Such a beautiful sight
Two kids, so innocent, so young
Their hearts start to fall in sync
Only thing to be heard was their breathing
and his sleep
I miss you
torrey
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