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WHEN I WAKE
- Roy Arthur
- Feb 19, 2018
- 1 min read
When I wake to see you
stoking the coals
in your underthings,
feeding a log to the fire
with your stout
and lovely hands, which
make so much of nothing,
and you turn, smiling,
and come to lay, somehow,
despite all odds,
beside me, my heart
can do nothing
but this fine
surrender
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