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Jul 2013
Your brain knows the 7 alarms will soon ring
But body wants every sleepy second reserved,
So I kiss your hair, de curled at my request,
And you compromise by head resting
On my abdomen, which makes me chuckle/write,
For my body parts I thus rename,
You rest you head currently
Uponyourman,
Unaware that I am penning this
Gift to our oneheart


6:53 am
3rd poem of the day. 3 per hour. X 24 hrs. X 365 days =

A shortage of words...
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
(M/nyc)   
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