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May 2015
2am
Those holy hours,
Fashioned for lovers

Recipe of contented sighs,
Futures planned in star hushed whispers

But it is I alone who dwells within them,
These lonely hours

Good only for licking wounds,
Or tearing new ones
Should have been asleep, instead I was writing
Emily Dawn
Written by
Emily Dawn  23/F/Sunny Cornwall
(23/F/Sunny Cornwall)   
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