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Literature

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I speak to his misunderstandings, I kiss, I touch. And scatter magnolia petals, On dewy green-eye grass. I celebrate, I invigorate, These sweet creations of the mind, The pink petals tender-mild. I stand, I wonder. Huge skies of perriwinkle, Smile down on the dark. And they remind me in the shadow-grey, I can still hear you. I can still breathe. And shake the earth flat, Make the cities fall, I smile, I stare. At crimson memories, Pheonix-flame rust, And burning songs; crisp-dry. The winds lament In your snow-globe winter prison The sparkling pond, In your Eden summers. I forget, I regret. Some touches, some kisses,