These are my frost flowers,
On the cold window;
Morning comes in showers,
Falling rain pearls adagio.
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the narrow streets
in a little town
with night houses
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linger on dreams
strength and courage grandeur
impressions
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hands of life
burning warm desire
holds unexplainably
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picture in the sky
a night of soul fire
deliciously holds
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contradict times
fully highlighted in essentials
performance clothes
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inner interest accounts
together balancing
compounding heights
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transparent silent
lines in vast connection
a window of sounds
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