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crimson skiesthe dusk of summer lightdrifts into beautyof the coldness in whiteas the scent of smokefrom the fireplacereplaces the warmth…
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be as cold as the ice cubesand i still won’t freezebarefoot stay on the same groundthe mountain’s peak meant to…
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wednesday’s gray dawnthe birds stay on the ground—silently it’s no longer tea for twoand some bird dropping into my cupthe…
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Cheers! to a love that never sleeps— shining like the midnight sun in summer skies.