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For some time the world
slowly comes undone and so many lights
look at me confused because I close my eyes and the dark is my peace
I do not get tired of
as a snowflake
to earth and hardworking so dark
learn
abandoning the death sounds
words and gestures, the cries of the useless things wept go
by tormenting wind carries
December 30, 2008
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