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I Know It Wasn't a Dream.
I see her close.
As she wash her face from the tap.
The sun shines so bright before her,
Grains of light that surrounds her.
Adjusted against the sun.
I see ores but clear sweet lips.
Fine water that runs through her humble cheeks.
Her dimples lock as she looks down her feet.
Stunned upon what my eyes can't keep.
As she wash her face from the tap.
The sun shines so bright before her,
Grains of light that surrounds her.
Adjusted against the sun.
I see ores but clear sweet lips.
Fine water that runs through her humble cheeks.
Her dimples lock as she looks down her feet.
Stunned upon what my eyes can't keep.
Published 22nd Dec 2016
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