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I am the mistral wind
Shivering, aimed at
Your intent - chapped,
Cold lips blowing out
A kiss to bloom the night
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We went to a trattoriat
Emblazoned with fire
water, spirits - causual
beginnings - lit open
Candles grinning too
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They say life is sloppy
Karma comes in pairs,
Hung up on cupid's airs
High above the moon
Where the trees were

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