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Leading us through the opening Of love's glazed need, Until the last flower wept When one sigh brought the crescent moon Down to our fingers wrapped by desire; And though we sealed our eyes With a delicacy of surrender, Time parted our lips, then we left For different seas, as fate would have it. Moaning for another bed of craving. Brian's Choice B 5/15/2020

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Date: 5/15/2020 1:06:00 AM
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