717
lit from
within
it's first
thing see the webs lit
know
alien
craft ashore
it's always
while you sleep
they come
healing
from the year
it's all of
the one ache
darkness
was here
I'm gone to
violence of
seasons is such
in each
you won't
believe the others
but run to
the sun
run from it
like
christmas
how a tree
comes lit
and crowded
under
all for
love
it's snow
suggests
but a
sheet's too much
so deep in
the screaming
your
muffled dream
what
villainy was
won't be
remembered
but I am
here to soothe by touch
after all
the world's well lit
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