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Author: Szymon Mikulicz <szymon.mikulicz@posteo.net>
Date: Wed, 11 Mar 2026 11:06:24 +0100
New poem
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+Title: Pm₆₆
+Published: 2026-02-14
+Author: Szymon
+Layout: blog
+Tag: poetry
+---
+And every day i wake,
+I hope that it's not fake,
+The bed with you and me,
+The pillows, cats, the peace,
+Of early morning bliss.
+
+It feels like a cocoon,
+And even though so soon,
+You wake up sleepy face,
+The cats scream into space,
+City bursts into dance,
+Some work falls in my hands,
+Yet I can be assured,
+It all can be endured,
+Cause just before all this,
+Inside our cocoon's bliss,
+I hugged you very tight,
+It felt so very right,
+When whisper left my lips:
+"I'm loving you to bits."