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For you,
Ancient Love,
Wind of light's romancing...
Stretching me open,
a cave within caverns..
Secret gemstones,
hidden wine closet.
Garden who's paths twist,
orchards, meadows, galaxies...
Poetry in your embrace
a thousand words, you never had to,
but still spoke..
Rolling and tumbling,
Rising from inside your ransom,
shimmering shades of pleasure..
Can't tell our colors apart anymore..
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