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it was a sniffle
three wee pigs could not ignore
wolf's moon winter blast

-cec
This transformation

takes years of  beautiful minds

hearts soul's perfect storms

soothing cracks subtly enclaved

everlasting no con-forms.
Early morning,
fog hugging the earth,
Coffee in my hands,
warmth in my soul.

A simple blessing,
A calm moment.
POV: You're sipping bittersweet coffee on your balcony, in winter morning after pulling all-nighter for studying or work.
And the best part? No one else is awake yet.
just you.... hehehe :)
My eyes are like my fathers,
So is my heart,
No matter how much I try to undo myself,
or pick me apart,
He is a piece of me,
My bitter half.
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