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More in Jasmine's Poetry Canto For WinterSing to me softly
love, as we walk through paths paved velvet and honey. Your breath is warm near my skin, and your kiss leaves the merlot's blush upon my lips. Speak into my ear gently, and the trees will be our only witness; the snow, your voice. Sing to me softly, love, and let us remain as still, as hushed as winter. |
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