Morning.D-29

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I used to wake up earlier so you could have a cup of coffee before you run to work because you overslept again,

and you always thanked me for being by your side.

But Saturday mornings were different.

On Saturday mornings you were the one who wake me up by tracing my face and body with your lips.

You learnt by heart the exact place of my moles so you could kiss them softly while rain hits our windows.

Rainy mornings are my favorite because it reminds me angels cry too

and it reminds me if I cry, you'll be by my side.

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