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Sep 2014
You are the smell of sleep in my hair
and the sounds of morning in the trees.
Wake me like the cool air,
slip under my skin but
stay with me like the dreams I always long to remember.

Stay with me,
eyes open,
forever mine.
Victoria Queen
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Victoria Queen
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