Now In The Morn

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Written by Antagony on 28 Jun 2017 01:18.

Now in the morn
The wee hour light,
You lay abed
Slumber of night.
I spy you there
Calmly nude,
Your skin aglow
Moonray exude.
Times like these
Make me amuse,
Beholding you
My tender muse.

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