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Dec 2017
My eyes hug the look you have in yours,
I didn't realise my heart was open for tours,

You've changed so much,
Without even a touch,

I'd love to hear your stretches in the morning,
On the way to work together; still yawning,

You're voice so soft to hear,
How long until I can hold you near?
Sleepwalker
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Sleepwalker  20/M/UK
(20/M/UK)   
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   Surbhi Dadhich
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