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Love sits waiting in a snow brushed cabin
surrounded by many tall trees.
The sky is shrouded by gray
and any grass in these dense woods is dusted in cold white.
We sit together though,
warmed by the heat and light of the dancing fire,
an entanglement of hugs and watery emotions.
Is it all a dream?
A figment of my imagination?
A vision in my third eye?
I could be thinking of millions of monkeys carrying weapons.
But I'd rather think of you and bring a special someone a flower.

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