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Aug 2020
Winding of calling shores, cresting waves crash amore.
Odes of wind, evoke my song, the sweet dark sea
May sing along, while bow and string cry out true-
My fluttering form dies every last time
I dare avert my eyes. Your form, pale yet divine.
Moon and stars, dance and shine, all the sky still pales.
Through all their beauty: I am captured by you.
Snowblind
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