I slipped out of dreams
Mind wandering into the
Mornings glow and I
Forgot what year it is and
What your voice sounds like doves coo
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She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
I slipped out of dreams
Mind wandering into the
Mornings glow and I
Forgot what year it is and
What your voice sounds like doves coo
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