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Nov 2014
I wake up
alone, each
morning, as an orange
light peeks over the tops
of the trees on the horizon,
pushing away the night
stars – wishing you
were here. I long for
mornings I will roll
over and find the need
to rise up and look
over your sleeping
back to see this window. I’ll
scoot a little closer, nestle
my nose on your neck: just
light enough to wake
you. When you
come to life, roll
over and kiss
my forehead, it will
be more beautiful
than any sunrise.
Written by
Rachel Williams  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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