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Mid Night Muse

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You are chocolate flavored cupcake in the bakery shop,
In the world of formal shoes, you are my flipflop!

You are the scent of fabric conditioner, on freshly washed sheet!
In those indie songs I listen to, you are my favorite beat!

You are the warmth of the sun at eleven on a sunny day,
You are my favorite verse of all the things I say!

You are the oversized, cozy sweatshirt of mine,
You are the reddest of the red wine.

You are the fragrance of baby soap on my skin at night,
In these confusing left lanes, you are always right.

You are the joy of finding an old note in a book.
You are the 'plain' maggi that you cook.

You are a cuppa on a rainy afternoon,
You are the coolness of nightly sand dune.

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