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Jun 6
Awaken,
the light of dawn emanates between
black curtains.

Listen,
birds are singing a welcoming to
the coming sun.

Stretch,
so long my body melts
off the edges of my bed.
From my fingers to my toes,
I feel infinite.

Rise,
to a freshly brewed coffee.
The smell recharging me
before my cup reaches my lips.

Open,
the window,
feel that breeze,
calling me to join.

Bask,
in the approach of a new day.
Together.

The warmth of it all will heat my soul.
The perfect morning
Spilled little things
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Spilled little things  31/F
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     ismail, badwords, Kalliope, Moo and Cloudydaze
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