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Bitter evening
Blue light,
Steel sky.
The whole world is still,
Yet it all moves,
Coming down all
Upon my head.
If I do not move,
Then it will pile up around me,
Around my ankles,
Around my shins,
Around my knees,
Around my head




Better to watch all this from the OTHER side
Of the window.
Goddammit, dog,
Why do you want to be out in this?

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