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When you leave
In the morning
as you are wrapped
Around me
Holding on like I was the prize
As if I were the special one
I can't stop myself
From looking forward
And I see the day
When you will leave
When I am destroyed
And must be rebuilt again
So I stay here
Now
And try to push that day away
as you are wrapped
Around me
Holding on like I was the prize
As if I were the special one
I can't stop myself
From looking forward
And I see the day
When you will leave
When I am destroyed
And must be rebuilt again
So I stay here
Now
And try to push that day away
Published 7th Jan 2018
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Sometimes mornings can be quite wonderful - and sometimes baleful alas -
nice poetry too
nice poetry too
7th Jan 2018 10:44pm
29th Jan 2018 3:53am
