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Flirt
 





The edge of darkness

lifts black satin skirts,

showing an ankle;

how she boldly flirts.



Look out, world,

a stretch, linked with a yawn.

Here comes the sun

...thanks God,

another dawn.




Midi: Here Comes The Sun



By cherryk

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