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My Winter Wind

You have a reputation,
fierce and formidable,
my winter wind,
whipping up trouble.
You become a breeze,
so soft against my scorching soul,
so cold with all you know,
but biting against my fingertips,
almost a butterfly kiss,
a sweet secret,
because I am your lover.

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