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Nov 2014
It was morning
The sunlight peeped through
My half-closed window
And greeted me with warmth
That was so golden it burnt

The cool breeze from
The night before -
Gone, like I never pulled
My blanket so close to me
As sleep rocked me back and forth

It was morning
And my heart weeped
When I realized that
I was here and
You were there
I missed you -
I tried not to -
But oh ****,
I ached when I was not
Where you were
Austine
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