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cold damp morning, dew on canvas
coffee on an open flame, rickety gas flame elsewhere
evergreen scents of late winter morning
supple breasts on my chest, breathe slower and even
warm breast on my chest, body stretched through my arms
flannel inside precious warm middle,
wood beams glowing polished gold with the early early early
before-she-wakes-up-sun, don't leave, don't wake,
warm breast on my chest,
wake not, wait.

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