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A Morning After
Your legs shook like cherry tree branches
Casting their flush crowns loose upon the bed;
The morning dew, still damp upon their brows
I bowed before you, placing each one close to my lips, and drank.
Your legs shook like cherry tree branches
Casting their flush crowns loose upon the bed;
The morning dew, still damp upon their brows
I bowed before you, placing each one close to my lips, and drank.
