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I'm lying here, yet again Wide awake, at 6am. This is our little ritual, Our native dance -   Oh, the change that has come to our ritual - While you fumbled for missing words from forgotten conversations I listen to the light snores of our husband to be - And as I smile with my 6am waking, I know that you are somewhere in the past aching -
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
Dear 16 year old me
I'm lying here, yet again Wide awake, at 6am. This is our little ritual, Our native dance -   Oh, the change that has come to our ritual - While you fumbled for missing words from forgotten conversations I listen to the light snores of our husband to be - And as I smile with my 6am waking, I know that you are somewhere in the past aching -
lou-mcnamara
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
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