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Sweet Interludes
In slumber’s hold, love’s dream remains secure,
untainted by tomorrow’s blighted days
and quiet dark yields visions to procure;
infusions, gently seeping as she lays
in tranquil seas. Poetic verses rise
to take her soul with rhythmic tenderness,
caressed by subtle rhyme she reaches highs
...sweet interludes of pure exquisiteness.
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