Short Poem

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I close my eyes with an image in my head.
An image of you beside me, holding me close.
Just before I wake, as the sun creeps through my window and rests it's warm glow upon my caramel sholders, I see a glimpse of you beside me with sleepy morning blue eyes.
I close my eyes with an image in my head.

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