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the birds sing from my backyard and the morning sun hits my window at an angle, effusing its gold-tinted rays into the glowing room i dig deeper for the warmth beneath the bed covers. moments like these, i think of you.
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
with your warm hands
the birds sing from my backyard and the morning sun hits my window at an angle, effusing its gold-tinted rays into the glowing room i dig deeper for the warmth beneath the bed covers. moments like these, i think of you.
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
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