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I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue,...
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.
“ I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles. “
Melody Lee

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

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