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May 2014
It’s not what you think.
I see you.

In the morning.
When I close my eyes.


At night
when I lay there restless

I see you.

I replay you
every smile,
every touch,
every breath
that brought life to my heart
that still beats for you.
Amour de Monet
Written by
Amour de Monet  Houston
(Houston)   
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