I love this dark and brightness. The air freezes on the skin, smokes in speaking. The snow glazes like white steel underfoot. I can smell pine needles and blood oranges; I will light a fire before midnight. Hold on to the sun.
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- 1: Did you see the closing window? Did you hear the slamming door?
- 2: Keeping time on the kingfisher's climb
- 3: Because brick-braided alleys make steep, sleeping valleys seem level and clear
- 4: Don't look round, but I think we're taking off
- 5: Sing the praise of Alexander, he's no use to me
- 6: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 7: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 8: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 9: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
- 10: Pa vez o pellaat da vag, ha ma c'hoantaez c'hoazh?
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