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aromas of fresh linen, and your buttermilk skin pull me aside from my late-night talk with the moon; she needs her sleep, you say; and it's time for breakfast. Copyright © 2015 Alyssa Packard All Rights Reserved
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
wake me up
aromas of fresh linen, and your buttermilk skin pull me aside from my late-night talk with the moon; she needs her sleep, you say; and it's time for breakfast. Copyright © 2015 Alyssa Packard All Rights Reserved
maybe part of me is still waiting for mornings to arive because it was your favorite time of day
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