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It links, this
silver threading,
her core to his cure,
needing more
sensual delinquence,
in the rawness of dawn.

And it comes,
that same butterfly,
purer than night time,
tipped with moonlit,
buttercupped wings,
skin dipping feelings.

Rusty finger prints,
skimming in dust,
conscious seasons
settling in,
happiness is,
diamond cut.