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Dusted Violet

don’t betray my sweet within
to say
without not core cold measure wit
to say but not just to say
chill winded my sweet parade
catch close before we fall into
weep within

caroling con
can’t cast fizzle wits
but stuffed
we sleep
sleep sleep sleep sleep
waking onwards

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