so softly drift

in the velvet burn

dream vapor

dust in the urn

eat it like love

a boiling trickle down

grip becomes smoke

vixen of virulence

comes to town

hold our thing you have

inside the secret

no one knows

I will think of you

walking woods of

laughing snows

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