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Nov 2014
I love her most
When the dawn glow
makes shadows on her face.
When the fog of unconsciousness
has relaxed limbs
and warmed her soft skin.
When her waking woes
have played out in dreams.
When her hold tightens
and I let go of
everything but her.
Written by
Dot  33/F/Ireland
     Zhanara, Dot, Rosy Kay, Γ„Ε§ΓΌl, Ata and 2 others
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