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More in Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting this side of solstice2nd draft
the sweet soft tears of winter, dear
could never wash away the words we shared, the kisses lush and thick, or cool the fires in our wild hearts. So stirred by wind, so cracked by ice so lost along the rivers rush with eyes we dare the tender snow to blanket autumn color's hush like lonely poems each fall and melt the sweet soft tears of winter, dear a drift of songs unknown, unfelt melody, harmony a tangled twist of fear the ice is thick, the night is deep the wind, the wind, the north wind bites the storm rolls in, no fear, no sin the storm rolls out, no stars tonight |
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