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Oct 2015
striped sheets, I rest my head
I'd rather be dreaming
this love is a garden
close my eyes
I think I was peeking

the sunlight cradles
in waking hours
when mist just sits
and the day is new.

until the moon is sharp
I'm hiding, I'm shy
you haven't met me yet
close your eyes
no peeking
petuniawhiskey
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