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Handmade4 october 2013
Some mornings
Some mornings I hear doves coming down fluttering outside
and its as if long moments are lingering between us,
it’s as if sleep is stretching out
and I am lost in each breath and the contours of your body.
4 october 2013
Some mornings I hear doves coming down fluttering outside
and its as if long moments are lingering between us,
it’s as if sleep is stretching out
and I am lost in each breath and the contours of your body.