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Jul 2013
At some point you have to
Wake up
In the morning and
Decide if you're going to
Love the person
Lying next to you.*

Those words
Pour over my head
Like a pitcher of ice cold water
On a melting summer's day.
Tessa Marie
Written by
Tessa Marie
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