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Feb 2023
She
sits upon the sunrise....
Blaze,
filters through her hair...
Her
woolen hat and smile,
warm the city's air

He
sits upon a setting sun
his
fingers glow with pride
as he
draws his sunrise princess
closer
to spend the evening
by his side
SCHEDAR
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SCHEDAR  F
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