The Winter Is Dreadful

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The winter is dreadful
So we huddle by the fire’s glow
I always loved that sweater
& this feeling we now know


You may not always remain
But this will be my greatest feat
I’ll cherish our every kiss
& surely we’ll always have Yeats

Pushing Away The Storms

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Pushing away the storms
Embracing hope of the day
Devouring of beloved forms
To keep our fears at bay
Morning has a profound notion
To remain huddled in bed
Perpetual passionate motions
Sustained until we’re both dead

 

 

 

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