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Jul 2015
I lay tenderly in bed,
with walls in powder blue.
In my moonlit room,
a streak of thought
came in rose-tinted hue;
and I caught myself
running through
florid grasses of you,
smiling sheepishly
with cheeks in modest pink,
hiding behind
my pillow of lilac;
like a lavender
shying away
from the daffodil sun.
ji
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