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Sunlight streams through the window
as the heat evaporated the dew.
I stare at the red curtains and
begin to see a girl I once knew.
During our brief encounter,  I
feel as though you were mine.
The memories that we made can't
be erased with the passage of time.
Child of the morning, your image
constantly haunts me everyday.
I'll make love to you in my mind,
until you return and decide to stay.
 
 
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