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Mar 2014
her
i lie in bed next to her
as she sleeps.
but i cannot sleep,
for her breathing is too precious
to miss.
i lie in bed next to her
as she sleeps.
but i cannot sleep,
for her peaceful face is too beautiful
to miss.
i lie in bed next to her,
as she sleeps.
and i grow tired.
Bree Clayton
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Bree Clayton  Indiana
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