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Nov 2021
a narrow trail of smoke was used
to cloud the circumstance
while tongues of passion flamed
and every flicker did entrance

the heat was slowly burning up
the off'ring to romance
still the candle gladly melted
just to watch the fire dance

- p. winter
here's a cute and depressing poem from a cute and depressed poet
Penelope Winter
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Penelope Winter
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   Adaley June
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