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With you I have hovered Above the sea In storm I smelled the tropical dew Of winter flowers… I have seen clouds Dissolute like dreams Of perpetual summers… With you I stopped Breathing Over the color of a Rose. Red

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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