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Apr 2016
The sun lights up the room,
Through the silky curtains draped,
Flowing in the breeze,
I slowly wake.

The first feeling of the sunrise,
And the sheets pressed against my legs,
I strike a smile in your direction,
And you give me a kiss back..

The smell of coffee,
Intoxicating,
Almost as bad as your blisss,
And its never fading
Martyna Maselskyte
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Martyna Maselskyte  24/F/Ireland
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