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Winter's hour

  • Apr 2, 2018
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This winter's hour... worthless so dim, and circular a weakened light that spans across my palm. An empty heat, transparent then            ...you visit me outside it's shape. A transference between your words ...absolves I'm warm, inside your psalm 

 
 
 

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