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Good Times In Athens
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Six Imaginings of winter, crystals falling on your freckles brought
Us to breathless evenings. Still and silent for a second as we
Lifted our heads to the sky, what a familiar motion. When you
Bend down to my grin and all that friction feels like satin.
The world entertains your laughter, as you reach into the
Cookie jar once more- I trap it within my heart, trying my
Hardest to hold it at a distance and circle logic in a waltz.
