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Aug 2021
Porcelain fine, like silver-dipped dusk
frames iris' shine, putting shame diamond.

Soft dark night, sewn of onyx and jet
Flirt sweet to my sight, like they do to the wind.

A song not suited for lungs.
A dance not suited for eyes.
An art built only for hearts.
And to my heart does she give rise.
Snowblind
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Snowblind
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   Jim Musics
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