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To accommodate her lavender honeycomb scent.
Their eyes phosphorescent
Kisses being the definition of passion
With hearts singing the beats of the African drum,
Each being slightly different…
For she knew the importance of little things
The same way her hands carved the knife that spoke in times of
need
A single knife that thrived on several beings within the ice
Thus, painting the moon crimson
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