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I can hear the beat of your heart
before the sun rises,
the impatience it feels to wake.
it tangoes as light spins in.
you stir, wrapping me in your day,
rising with the sun.
the door creaks
and you spill into the world.
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Molly Stahl
illustrator, nature lover, really good at sleeping.
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