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Crimson Hills
Kiss me on the willows love,
and frollock with me through
fields of succulent reds,
sharing whispers between the lily-bed
and sneaking kisses afoot the
crimson hills,
always knowing,
you’re my naughty dream
in the night time dear,
for whom, I bathe in red.
Saturday 28th August 2021 3:22 am
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