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Jun 2015
Let's go back*
Those drawn out mornings of soft light and even softer touches
Sparkling dust motes floating mid-air
A vision of perfection twisted in love drenched sheets
I could stay in bed all day
Just listening to you breathe
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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