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16h
I wake before the sun
So I can watch it rise
While I sip from
The warm mug in my hands.

There is a book on my lap,
But I won't read it yet,
I'll have to wait for
The sun to come up.
This isn't what an actual morning in my life, but I wish it was
Mademoiselle Raconteuse
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Mademoiselle Raconteuse  17/F/Somewhere in the world
(17/F/Somewhere in the world)   
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     Arthur Vaso and Marc Morais
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