Their cold winter hearts were steamed
With lust's lambent summer touch
Springs soft tender kiss
Through autumn and close to eternities cusp-
It looked perfect on the outside,
Some gifts are perfect unopenned,
The cords were easy to un-tie,
The cords impossible to re-tie,
They unleashed where their hearts once
Lived and breathed as one,
To live and breathe one by one
In hearths heated by ice.
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