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Calling travels sonic,
As all surrenders.
Concocting turbulence,
Of northern ideas.

Phenomenal rush,
For snowflakes en ice cream.
Like the morning dew,
Falls this appetite.

Congregating thoughts so enjoyable,
They perch on sin’s edge.
Frost like cool in myriads of flavors,
Succulently bracing.

The members of my body coordinate,
Constructing this delight.
Rainbow of scents fill the air,
Eating away at my drizzled patience.

Eyes peer endlessly,
Through lids of excitement.
This craving for frolicking fruity sensations,
Nears quench……mmm.

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