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Remembering Morning Halos: Romantic IMprov Poetry

That I could once again/
lay in your arms,/
turn my face toward your charms/
and whisper, deep,/
words of understanding,/
questioning,/
probing,/
asking,/
as the sunrise/
created a halo/
around your hallowed face,/
and I felt peace.

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