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Dec 2018
He’s like the break of dawn,
Like the smell of freshly brewed coffee.
The unwrapping of a gift,
A lunar eclipse.
He’s a bouquet of roses,
And the worst is
I run out of wonderful things
To compare him to.
Because the best of it all
Is that he’s mine.
Written by
Ohani  22/F/NeverLand
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