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Jan 2018
i wake up
and feel the noble touch
of the morning
and the innocence
in her breath

she tells me that an unborn day of magic awaits

and so i lie with her, listening

yesterday is lost
and i am yet to come
Written by
olivia  24/F/united kingdom
(24/F/united kingdom)   
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