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Pieces of a dream
Now and then things remind me.
Of a time, none could find me.
And the place where your eyes did.
In the raw candor of summer.
Where wine and secrets poured.
Out of your mouth.
Into a somnium reverb.
As the night pandered to our primitive urge.
Her earth tones radiated under moonlight.
Revealing native lips that held soft replies.
Laced with magic of their own.
No wonder flowers called them home.
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