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Mar 2017
Take me back to the silence of the morning
The sweet serenity of gnawing sheets
Not persisting for this day to begin
Begging me to lie here
In sweet, sweet,
Morning air
Brisk
And sweet
Your lips tender
Saying
"stay here"

Oh, silence of the morning
I am nostalgic for your touch
Elizabeth Burns
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Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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