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First, it is only that the tree
is more a presence
less a shadow
beyond my window
then other horizons
light their resting clouds
with a subtle pre-dawn glow
that slowly sets the first gold sun glint
on each high branch above
against a new pale blue sky -
will dawn chasten my succubus
end our companioned time?
that half-felt fragile warmth beside me
seems to s...
Tuesday 5th March 2019 9:34 am
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