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Jan 2020
A cozy bed I don't want to leave.
Enjoying the last half an hour of peace.

Before the message come flooding In
Already wanting the day to be over.


Watching as the clock ticks feeling as if each tick gets louder.

Why can't I just stay in this cozy bed
Wrapped up in his arms.

But no that kind of peace never does last.
Written by
stephanie burrows  F
(F)   
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     Andrew Choo, CLARYT and Max Neumann
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