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May 2013
Pheonix grows wings
borne up
upon the scent of coffee bean
trailing heat
born fresh
from rising steam
her beauty
captured
in half open eyes
as morning
calls her
once more arise
Coffee and kisses the only things mornings should be full of
Written by
DieingEmbers
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