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New Dawn

Beneath foggy blankets,
we lay in still darkness,
discovering hands on hands
and heartbeats on heartbeats...

Touching the edge of our lips~
ecstasy, an unforgotten craving
Caught in limbo, our words defiant
and skin to skin our goosebumps hum...

Is it just mouths, or are we one?
At dawn, like the moonlight
plunging into the embrace of sun...


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