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I woke up the morning with my eyes
and let you in through my disguise you shivered stepping on the wet grass of the front yard with all the toys spilled out like the bones of a child you smiled and you leaned towards the sun so stubborn with arms of desire tattooed on inside while I sat on my bedside and realised that you are the tree of my life, and when I breathed you in you breathe me out I love you I think that I said a gesture of wiping off all of those mornings of empty beds and you, barely turning your head, you smiled like an Adonis towards this early cold broke of a dawn in silence I dropped my shoulders with the sun breaking through my eyes and let the morning air fill me inside
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