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AUBADE IN ORANGE STREAKS
Dawn sneaks in like trousers
Of a lover pulled up in dim light
Leaving the blanketed night
Still asleep in dream of a tryst
She stirs slightly with a smile
Orange bliss hints to memory
Echoing still in slippery
Wane of cresent moon's naughty
Glow trussed between dark
Of cloudy semblance waiting
Chords of white egrets croaking
A hankering to remain in secreting
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