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Nov 2016
Waking up,
With my head
Pressed into your shoulder,
And you with a kiss
Upon your cheek--
It is mornings like this
That leave me certain
That the sun rises
But for no other reason
Than to catch a glimpse
At the beautiful picture
That is us,
Jealous that the moon
Should get to see
All the beauty
That is you and I.
Angela Moreno
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Angela Moreno
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