With, The Coming Snow

With the snow and the sand and loves revolution,
as for me when the mark of where my love is felt deeply impassioned and passion is all that is left of this world' Using your face the cause and effect, I cry; The price of one kiss is of that dear love.
But and, any and all of that kind when it comes my love and beings, are delightful, thought I shook when I looked at that freed ankle.

by James McLain

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