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Dec 2015
Sunday mornings
a bed that isnt mine
i wake up and
see those eyes

arms around my waist
my hands in his hair
it's almost noon
but I dont care

Now it's almost three , and we both have work
long *** days
to be the  kitchen's clerk

but I wont get to see you until next week
so these Sunday mornings are my peak

but I can't wait for the day
that these
Sunday mornings  
in a bed that is mine
I wake up and
see those eyes
Ms P
Written by
Ms P  Cape breton
(Cape breton)   
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