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Oct 2018
One day when the morning comes
It won’t just be unscented romance and wrinkled sheets
It will be feather touches and comforter conversations
As fingers wrap around wild curls and morning embodies
And cold floor boards are the raging fire that keeps us here
Instead of an uncontrollable avoidance of last night’s events
one day, i hope this will be true.
Rose
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Rose  22/F/Portland
(22/F/Portland)   
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