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Cold Garnet Solstice

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Creeping of the moon's cold garnet solstice

And crystals of blue ice frosting  

When winter fingers lay upon the fallen snow

And I in sleepy-time hearing night winds blow

With sweet lips of the maple's bark

Melting my heart in the gunny sack

With a valance of shadow turning to dust

In pantomime of spirits, we kiss

On a pane of condensation

In silent winds of November

As the switch of the witch thaws

With loving vows

Creeping of the moon's cold garnet solstice

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