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Listen

I said to her,
we have smelled spring's odious fragrances
drank the warm wines of summer.
holding hands, we walked
stirring the blood red leaves of autumn.
So, let's not hold our winter without grace.
Let's pull the curtain, darkening
the day. Let's sit together
one last time to capture
the night milk of our fantasies.
And feel our drowsy eyelids droop
as we go off to sleep.

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