Mar 20
I blink as I rise
wipe the sleep
as She sighs
unaware,
make the tea
just for me,
She,
when
She's awake
will take
coffee and then break
her fast.
all roads lead to home.
wipe the sleep
as She sighs
unaware,
make the tea
just for me,
She,
when
She's awake
will take
coffee and then break
her fast.
all roads lead to home.
(69/Here and now)
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