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Mar 2014
I woke up in his arms,
Cradled in his scent beneath open clouds,
Spring had spread everywhere,
I thought it winter as I slowly opened them,
But I was pleasantly surprised.
Matthew held my smallnesses, as both strained reaching for answers,
I didn't know I wanted.
Those smallnesses, care to guess what they are, I'll hand you a hint if you need one.
Written by
Leroy J Harris
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