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I awake to my alarm another day of work lies ahead I begin to creep out of bed and hear your quiet morning voice Asking me for coffee half asleep, I don’t hesitate
The whispers of secrets Tucked away they lie Seemingly quiet as crickets Yet as boisterous as the sky Bending down to touch the earth Out of the withered hands of an ungodly nook
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