6:30 sun lays on your pillow
and tumbles down your golden streaks
breath is a rush that sends birds falling
I kiss you on the ear and cheek
the coffee burns, we’re late again,
dishes are loaded in the sink,
I pack your lunch with just enough rice,
please kiss me before we leave
if I forgot to say I miss you, I’m sorry
if I don’t say it enough, I love you
it’s hard to find our way in a snowstorm
so please don’t lose my hand
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