Jan 2017
Sun rises, creamsicle smooth over high peaks*
I come alive again at day break
Dark hours of 3am once held tightly
To the silky slide of my dreaming mind
I come alive again at day break
Dark hours of 3am once held tightly
To the silky slide of my dreaming mind
(Between Midnight and 3am)
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