That Morning

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Woke up in the morning
Empty as though
The rivers poured away
From the heart
Leaving the echoing sound
Of your giggles
Forever to give me pain.
The glistening touch of your eyes
My soul could never forget.
The cold feet
Touching mine in bed
No where to be found.
This is where my world came to an end
And a new one is yet to begin.
-Avleen

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