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Blithe
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
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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