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Paean
Wintry wilting words
Whisked wistfully from her lips...
I’ve endeavored storms
I’ve felt the thistling thorns
Contemplations I’ve adorned ;
Busy embodiment of sacrilege
Abstruse confusions left amiss
Crucifix betwixt
Whistling wayward to new serendipities
Exalting forthright impassioned deities
I bow ~Namaste to thee
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