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Morning coffee

Light passes the curtainsCaressing the floor towards the bedBeaming sunshineOn the girl in my bedWho is she, where’d she come from?Why wonder, why complainWe both must have wanted the sameAching my mindNot able to rememberThe name belonging to this beautyDid I really drank that much?Hope it didn’t affect my touchAsleep so peacefulCan...

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