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It was a summer spell sweet and fine
and I tried.
Hazy rainbows of caramel
seared, crooning lullabies
of one fagged pebble
flailing in the silvery seas.
Link not your hand in mine?
I sighed

accursed be He
who, meagre with His clay,
left an eve of sorrow in His wake.
For she, a fiery soul
scorched in forbidden take,
loves dearly, ice to summer melt. You call,
emboldening our friend to the silver, and me
shivering in sea-cold spray.



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