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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
Written by
Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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