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Let us hide
in the forest
so deep
so full
that even
speckled
freckled
drops
of sunlight
fail to find
their way
between
the green
and onto our faces.

No sound
but rustled
primaeval
leaves
above us
and below
a verdure palace
a ballroom
in which
two hearts
may waltz
together
to the subtle
orchestration
of our breath.

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