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Lost Frost Minichu
Between ice and sun, frost swathe—
By the last green floor of life;
One white blush— bride's cheeks bathe.
From the phantasm spinning gossamer fire
This stillness after my lies;
On one willow's night— my hooks in desire.
Nowhere find
A fading chime
Plies
Between ice and sun, frost swathe—
This stillness after my lies;
Plies.
Copyright ©
Paige Hind
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