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May 2015
sometimes i think about
a mild and bleak morning
peeking through the curtains
and laying its light rays down
spreading across the white sheets
in which we lay; like two halves
entwined in a silent reunion
that surpasses the dark night
and flowers like the rising sun
a lots changed since i last put pen to paper
Unknown101
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Unknown101  england
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