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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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