Soaring through an aurora sky, I catch up and let go, soft snow falls gently to the ground, we are warm, as is love, placed beneath the stars above,
Aurora
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That these poems end with a comma, a pause, makes me want to read them as one – which I suppose all our poems might be thought of in a way.
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