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Mar 2013
I yawn through tired eyes, light uninvited,
My bed has been so untouched.
But I spend the twilight in yours, warm and finally home.
Heavens watch as we wander through your garden,
Sunlit and raw,
That is you and I.
Katherine Moore
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