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Dec 2018
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the sunlight
dripped through
the window
like honey
melting into
a cup of tea.
I love it when
it greets me
but I don't mind
when its leaving.
in fact I might love it
even more.
mel
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mel  27/F/Denver
(27/F/Denver)   
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