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Mar 2012
That’s what I need.

Something soft and white, no colour at all, to lie on,

Something hot to slide down my throat.

A fluffy pillow

A breeze through my window.

A tree to look at outside, slowly swaying.

A hug that lasts for hours,

and hours,

and hours.
Written by
Zoe Ray
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