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Midnight Manipulations
I growl after midnight
and set her demons free,
as she manipulates.
Dexterous is she,
as she persuades,
the much anticipated
coming of the morning.
And that Rising sun
repeats itself,
until she lets it go to carry on.
And she recedes into herself
warmed by inner glowing fires
and says to me good night.
W.A.Mogollon
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