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Time eats the winter, to― 
rebuild the fallen ally 
of solar storms. 

You refused to accept 
the incense of disdain, while 
carrying the lover in your muse. 

Like dandelion's seeds 
with downy tufts, your eyes laugh. 
Lips pursed, you do not want to go insane. 

The need to break was 
very strong. I lose myself in a pause. 
should shift for another niche. 

There was a conspiracy. 
Moon was going for a walk― 
with another suitor.