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Scent On The Pines
...no more moth
chasing the flame
hearing my name, whispered
in nature's curiosity
embracing the phantom
touched by her eyes
in a maze of mirrors
with her scent on the pines
a spiritual gravity
in a peaceful serenity
kissed by a myth
with a shadow on the pillow...
chasing the flame
hearing my name, whispered
in nature's curiosity
embracing the phantom
touched by her eyes
in a maze of mirrors
with her scent on the pines
a spiritual gravity
in a peaceful serenity
kissed by a myth
with a shadow on the pillow...
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