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As my hands clutch the fuzzy fur lined blanket
in the darkness that is 4:00am
the gentle sound of breath whispers from my lovers lips
as I wander to the window to catch the arrival of the morning dew as its scent passes through my nostrils to my lungs
I sip in the luke warm sweet and tangy lemonade left over from last nights snack upon the table and head back to bed.
About the Creator
Dame Cass
How would I describe myself in 200 characters or less? Woman survivor of life currently, Visionary in the midst of pandemonium, full of cupcakes and covered in Cosplay…….. um did I mention my poetry and art.
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