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Six o’clock in the morning,

a flock of birds chirping across the chilly sky.

The dimming rays of sun is exposed,

peeking through the starburst pink clouds.

Walking towards the balcony overlooking the horizon,

I see the reflection of your precious curves on the stained morning dew glass.

After a late night marathon of love making,

jogging past our favorite checkpoints of the moment,

our race to prosperity and intimate grace has been complete.

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