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"sleepling" poems
When the light turns to dark and the moon rises, I think of you. It's 2 a.m and I'm thinking about you. I think about the t-shirt you're sleepling in, your eyes closed, and your messy blonde hair against your pillow. Oh how I  wish I was yours. Oh how I wish you were mine. Reality is ruining my life. It's 2 a.m and reality is ruining my life.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
horandement
2 a.m
When the light turns to dark and the moon rises, I think of you. It's 2 a.m and I'm thinking about you. I think about the t-shirt you're sleepling in, your eyes closed, and your messy blonde hair against your pillow. Oh how I  wish I was yours. Oh how I wish you were mine. Reality is ruining my life. It's 2 a.m and reality is ruining my life.
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