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A green leaf fell and
I stood up to catch it; My
breath was caught instead.
The wind managed to
blow breaths to push leaves beyond
A brush of his plumps makes thy drown in thought.
Savoring sweets off thy flesh though aren't dame.
Melting in cold hands one's soul does not rot.
Embracing, peering at movement in frame.
