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Nov 2017
To sit up straight
On the edge of my bed
Anxious, contemplating
The day that lies ahead

Then to feel her bear arms
Silk smooth hands on my shoulder
A soft voice still half asleep
Whispering near my neck

It's Sunday morning come back to bed
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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