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Dawn broke,

and she tumbled into

bed.

Dawn broke,

and I sensed her through

the murky clouds

of vague dreams.

Dawn broke,

and I thought I sensed

her good morning

kiss upon my bare

shoulder.

Dawn broke,

and I stirred awake,

climbing out of the 

darkness of slumber,

and into the morning

light.

Dawn broke,

and I twisted beneath the

sheets,

looking into her warm

brown eyes,

freckled cheeks broken

into a soft smile.

Dawn broke,

and slipping into her arms,

and brushing her soft lips,

I felt the glow,

the warmth of the dawn,

as the first day of the

rest of my life began.