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A crimson flow
Touched soft-rose cheek
And pale white mist
With cold velvet
The dark'ning embrace
Ever welcoming
For sweet warmth
To creep
Slowly through starved vein.
Silent step
Turned green grass grey
And howling wolf
Keened long for prey
Though long ago
Did leave in wake
Of hunger's burn.
So remained
Starved vein
And crimson flow
Down soft-rosed cheek.

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