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our impatient breath, hasting within a cell;
breaking into piles of amber,
drinking honey awhile suppressing thoughts.

burning into our skins intertwining within a winter
warmth;
smearing such tears, wandering through glacial filled
marshes, drowning the air.

oh dear, the full-blown gold crumpled shadows and
petals forging silhouettes;
carving themselves into shaking white pedals, stained
with uncurled souls.

waking amongst feared ecstasy, warm pupils;
gazing upon a warm dim,
serenest love drifting with a spirit cheering a
unswerving possibility.

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