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Lazy Sunday Mornings

poetry

A tenuous magic
exists this morning,
as we lay in bed
daring not to speak,
move, or even hardly breathe,
lest the spell be dispelled
at the slightest stirring.

August 31, 2008 Jared Abraham Tagged dispell, magic, Morning, spell, sunday 3 Comments
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