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midsummer
dreams of snow
wherever we go
some sun comes with us
close your eyes
and it's there
all ache from the light
a head with so much summer in
birds flown in there from everywhere
and they just won't shut it
I tear
the wings off angels
but
they never feel
a thing
not much to imp in of the dark
but the bones remember winter
and the all night rain
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