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Sunday mornings a bed that isnt mine i wake up and see those eyes arms around my waist my hands in his hair it's almost noon but I dont care Now it's almost three , and we both have work long *** days to be the  kitchen's clerk but I wont get to see you until next week so these Sunday mornings are my peak but I can't wait for the day that these Sunday mornings   in a bed that is mine I wake up and see those eyes
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
Sunday Mornings
Sunday mornings a bed that isnt mine i wake up and see those eyes arms around my waist my hands in his hair it's almost noon but I dont care Now it's almost three , and we both have work long *** days to be the  kitchen's clerk but I wont get to see you until next week so these Sunday mornings are my peak but I can't wait for the day that these Sunday mornings   in a bed that is mine I wake up and see those eyes
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
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