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Morven wrate

You are the sound of my mum’s smooth breathing  like a fluffy cat snoring.

You are the smell of strawberrys in the fridge waiting to be eaten.

You are the taste of melted chocolate in a large pot.

You are the memory of my grampa’s warm soft hand holding mine.

You are the feel of my teddy’s  soft pink fur in my hand.

You are the sight of waves crashing together and ending up on the beach.

You are a durty giant crushing huge buildings beneeth your feet.

You are the monsterust marshmallow that kept me awake last night.

You are the end of a big lolly pop that I licked all day.

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