Who says derivative things can't also be beautiful?
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Morning leaks through
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Morning leaks through
the gaps in the curtain,
enfolding you tenderly
where you lay.
Light comes to play
on the white of the wall.
You're beautiful,
asleep there.
Morning is moving
inside of me too.
I'd been living alone
with my face turned away,
and I couldn't see a thing,
and I couldn't hear a thing.
And it seems
so long ago now.
"You're awake?"
I hear your sleepy voice say.
Your eyes are open a crack
and you're smiling.
I don't answer,
I just take a deep breath.
It's warm here,
while outside our window
is winter.
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