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Tell me, How did you get so much power? How your voice shapes my day like My hours are clay in your Beautiful hands. Because it's not a good morning Until those words dance off your tongue Into my awaiting ears And without them, My morning feels a lot more like Mourning.
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
Mornings
Tell me, How did you get so much power? How your voice shapes my day like My hours are clay in your Beautiful hands. Because it's not a good morning Until those words dance off your tongue Into my awaiting ears And without them, My morning feels a lot more like Mourning.
#love#life#morning
michael-james
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michael-james
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
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