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Mar 25
as the sun rises slowly
it illuminates your eyes
you take my hand
you pull me in
our lips brush
hair tousled
by an early morning breeze

you are beautiful
perfect
i am obsessed
Written by
Evie  16/F/Your moms house
(16/F/Your moms house)   
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