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Mar 2018
I saw her there, perched upon a branch.

Intertwined, shield and cover, a roof made up of thatch.

Talons tight, a ring upon a lover’s finger.

Winter, wings unfurl, must go, useless love doesn’t linger
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Aeneid  23/M
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