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Dec 2018
Talk to me in the morning
When my only focus is
Getting Out
of bed.

When all the pain
of 12 am
is vanished
by sleep & dreams...

When the world
receives me
with it's opportunities
wide open.

When all I want is
coffee, food,
& maybe,
You.

Talk to me when the
good and bad
lay vaguely in my
memory.

And all I have is
You,
right now.

You talk,

I remember,

not for what you are,
but for what youยดve done.
Paola Bodano
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Paola Bodano  21/F/NYC
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