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Morning Surrender
Filtered light of orange and gold,
Light the room where we awake,
Into my arms you have rolled,
Your feel and scent I do partake.
That lazy time before rousing,
To facing the day once more,
In quiet content securely dosing,
Drifting on sleeps shore.
The alarm stirs us again,
No time for us to play,
We’ll be together when,
Evening takes the day.
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