Softly a rain begins, falling of the winds with naked bones of winter descending trickling through veins all things begin as your lips touch the bane of my sins Of what I once was, a palette of prose now but a memory and a shadow at dusk as my mind grows weary of condensation looking through the pane of my glass On the canvas of snow of crystals glow as your bosom seeks from a widow's
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