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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUrQ0qka1JY&ab_channel=PartisanRecords

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(author's note: with a vocabulary and an imagination, one is entitled to write about whatever they want. lol.)

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He greeted the dawn with a firm handshake -

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A prompt clasp between

The dewy rays that'd been

Peering atop the tree-line and

The smoothened, in-line ripples 

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That'd spiraled out

From within the darkened steam

Rising, from the breakfast of

His coffee cup.

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Breaking fasts on black coffee, smiling 

Into the dripping wet of May's first morning -  

When the shadows elongate before the rising of the sun

And the moisture glistens, crystalline, upon catching the corners

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Of that first, emerging light.

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