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Jan 2018
Ice
If her smile was snow,
     Then her eyes were the sky,
For I found myself
     Losing my thoughts
          In the ink of her iris,

And beautiful music
Played over her voice,
But I'm not entirely sure
Whether it was the twist
     Of the song
Or the curves of her words
     That enchanted me more.
III
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