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Of you, I speak ofsoftest petals, always kissingflowers, full bloomwet drops, your reddened lipspour darkest cherry wineall the day, water coloringmy ..
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Your hair,of smoke, it floatscurls adrift, wavesof wild sea, upon your headI gazed long into the stormbefore my hands ever learned to swim
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It was an unexpected windthat carried you ina golden sun of loveblazed high the skybonfire of winter, raven nightswhen you glowed breathless as moon a..
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