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O' Kristin
O' Kristin how your duck feathers lure me;
come out from the pond. Let's dine at sun-
set peer where humans throw heart-shaped
bread scraps.
O' Kristin, your over-fingered hands wisp
mine so delicately, but must they be so full
of pudding? I am yours regardless. Let's sit
under stars until we wish ourselves purple.
O' Kristin, every time you speak, you blow
out love spells, but crickets too. Let's hold
each other hostage. Let's burglarize! Let's
pillage! All in the name of love.
