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Night flowers abloom And joy without new perfume Hills lit with houses No light in the room His breathing guides where she feels She snuggles to him Wait until the fall The fawn suckles at the breast Making milk in spring This stag brown in leaves Will invisible exist Till feelings touch him

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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