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About This Poem
Daylight Enters
Coming quietly,
into the darken room.
Moving though the shadows,
as does a cat
in the night.
Sliding bemeath cool sheets,
and touching,
as though each act
had been rehearsed
a thousand times.
When the daylight enters,
and you have gone.
Leaving only rumpled sheets
where you had laid.
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