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Of bright mornings and scorching beds Your body lays unmoved and spent Rarely do you stay for coffee but it's past 8 am and still you're here beside me. Nothing is more amazing than Sunday mornings spent with your happy, sleeping face nestled against my ******* - PMT
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
Sundaze