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Oct 2018
The rain taps,
the cup steams,
the candle flickers,
im in a daydream.
The pages turn,
the cat stretches,
the wind howls,
my pencil sketches.
The light leaves,
and night comes,
the heat of my blanket
my sleep becomes.
Written by
Martina  18/F
(18/F)   
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     Bobby Copeland and PoetryJournal
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