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To early this morning
I awoke on my cot
dreaming of the colors of your bed.
There, in my sleep
We frolicked as only
Couples in dire need
Have known to entwine.
Were we not them?
I know if you were here,
Rhodan would rise
From his grave to sculpt
The positions of amour
You and I will grant
To each other.
Our need to love
To feel one another
Inside and out
May it be granted
This fine
Snowy
Morning.
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