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POEM: The Winter Trail

On the lunar cliff I stood up high with affection

Standing right by my side she craved attention

“Wow! This Chai was made with love”

Born and raised, her name is Genevieve

Let me curse you with my smile, no regrets tonight

“Curse me,” down the winter trail I will lead you, no remorse tonight

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