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Dawn's Desire!
Multiple moons around the sun,
Not a trickle, yet to have,
But then, why love?
Just like in the morning, it's always hard,
Every muscle, aching, yearning for her.
In the quiet, whispers turn to pleas,
Cravings coil like summer breeze,
Dreams...
Not a trickle, yet to have,
But then, why love?
Just like in the morning, it's always hard,
Every muscle, aching, yearning for her.
In the quiet, whispers turn to pleas,
Cravings coil like summer breeze,
Dreams...
