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Smoke in the SilenceColdness draped across her skin / Triggered not by the peaking December solstice / But by the words that came out of his mouth

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LovesickNever did I adore / The euphemisms that conceal words / That aren’t to be taken too lightly

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at nightfallit was late in december / the giant flaming ball of gas / was in its farewell form

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