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A Cold Kiss Goodnight
In the white, winter, sky doth ride
The cold brisk wind, a gliding bride
Her dress it flows, its quite the sight
To behold in your fingers which she will bite
And you know how and where and when she’ll stop
Until the tips blue and black drop off
And she slides away as if on ice
Not before her touch will close your eyes
And her whistle will ever so sooth your mind
And he...
Wednesday 14th December 2016 7:25 am
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