Blushed
as mid-morning affairs paint me
with the passion of dawn's own rise
i soar, unveiled in depths, so free
as mid-morning affairs paint me
colorful are of the hands of he
who etches pulse through love's own eyes
as mid-morning affairs paint me
with the passion of dawn's own rise
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