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one day you're going to wake up,
with the cool summer breeze lightly brushing at your shaven cheek,
the sun glaring from the window you forgot to close the night before,
a thin blue blanket lazily over you,
your heart beating steadily,
a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips,
wrapped in someone else's embrace
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