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Morning would

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I am your goddess
Morning would you tempt me so
with your cool touch
damp beneath my naked feet

My toes pressing into you
as you caress my soul

I am your goddess
call me Poaceae
as I cover you while you stretch
beyond the pasture

Harder than concrete
able to break through walls

My mouth the sun
towards which you reach
longing for the touch
that leads to your demise

I exhale a pleasant death upon you
now rest my love

I am your goddess

Call me Poaceae

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