give me your eyes

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costumed in winter's attitude,
the sun impressed me
with some subtly minty scent

foggy skin of a visible horizon,
showed itself toward me
as a crown's pearl of the snow

bathed in some hotting speech,
the air hums in subtleties
to give me your eyes to dream


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