After the pain of/
arctic blasts, hot boiled shrimp smells/
and feels delicious.
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Hoarfrost sparkles can’t/
be captured by my camera,/
but I still see them.*
OR
I can still see them.
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Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet
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