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these woods speak of your beauty
in hushed whispers
calling out for completeness
i find you there

in this quiet moment
i reflect on the scent
of your hair
breathing in an
elation of my days

fields of curling locks
i lay down and pull a blanket
of you around my mind to keep me
warm

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