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When you wake the morning When you wake the morning red headed children shimmer in your eyes. The veinous map of sun drenched eyelids flutters throbbing topography. Your muscles ripple. Scared animals burrow under your dewey skin. Frozen light sculptures where wrinkles dwell. Embroidered shades, in thick-maned tapestry. Your lips depart in scarlet, flesh to withering flesh, and breath in curved tranquility escapes the flaring nostrils. Your warmth invades my sweat, your lips leave skin regards on my humidity. Eyelashes clash.
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