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. *she stood barefooted and feeling so beautiful staring out the frosty daybreak window            visible breath , enslaved by a kiss , a clouded waft exhaled between chapped lips ,   as smeared tracks of dripping freshwater pearls slide down the little pane glass              the downward trickles              stirring tingling goose bumps ,              pushing out              blossoming              fighting gravity ,                  as the chilled air spills              upon              sleepy toes              and naked smiles                           enigmatic eyes              penetrate through              the beclouding              sighs released              passion wanes gently with night’s fleeting shadows , the sandman still lingering ,   yet gazing shamelessly at intimate breaths visible rouse          starry eyes recycling blind hope like the lightly arising steam ;                     the glistening              frost heave’s sparkle              just outside the window ,              where the dawning light              a single morning sunbeam ,              enkindles a renewed shine                          aglow                             tantalizing              untamed diamonds              burgeon like splendor              faceted dreams* ...                          Wild is the Wind
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
traces on the frosty daybreak window
. *she stood barefooted and feeling so beautiful staring out the frosty daybreak window            visible breath , enslaved by a kiss , a clouded waft exhaled between chapped lips ,   as smeared tracks of dripping freshwater pearls slide down the little pane glass              the downward trickles              stirring tingling goose bumps ,              pushing out              blossoming              fighting gravity ,                  as the chilled air spills              upon              sleepy toes              and naked smiles                           enigmatic eyes              penetrate through              the beclouding              sighs released              passion wanes gently with night’s fleeting shadows , the sandman still lingering ,   yet gazing shamelessly at intimate breaths visible rouse          starry eyes recycling blind hope like the lightly arising steam ;                     the glistening              frost heave’s sparkle              just outside the window ,              where the dawning light              a single morning sunbeam ,              enkindles a renewed shine                          aglow                             tantalizing              untamed diamonds              burgeon like splendor              faceted dreams* ...                          Wild is the Wind
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
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