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Aug 2013
Woke up at six AM to the sun
streaming in
your window, to your mother
banging pans downstairs.
Turned over,
you were there, asleep,
reached out and you were so real
and alive and I was confused.
I had made myself believe
you were gone forever but
you won't teach this old ***** new tricks.
Molly
Written by
Molly  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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