blue air snowbound pockets sailing the covered land that’s drifting white branches broken between the light we lie in the snow to sink beyond anyone’s sight the streamlets circle they wrap us in their ice-bound arms and we are one shining with the sun
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along the harbor where green sea goes gray on an autumn day as it’s turned half winter now in the sun and the pairs form of cold light and mannequins that mouth out with their frozen lips of something yet to come
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