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Blithe
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At twilight, my head rests upon your chest
Heaves of celerity yield
As the light shines on You
Yonder is the ether
Aching for evanescent clouds like Prometheus
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Closer is the gaze of viridescent eyes
That feel like warm sand
On cool nights
At dawn, my hips are fatigued
And your back, tired, from the bedroom hour
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