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I hear it's going to snow tonight, & untamed words run through my skin, but I don't think I'll write - snow may smear to tussled white, but we're such fools for indoor sins that if it's going to snow tonight we'll stay in, turn low the light until the walls are dim and thin... I don't think I'll write or hew you little metered sleights of hand, more smoke than djinn - No, if it's going to snow tonight, sun sluiced away in spite, sky low and gray and blank as tin, then I don't think I'll write: these crawling words are feeling trite & the bedsheets gather in a grin.   It's going to snow tonight, but I don't think I'll write.
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Feb 18, 2024
Feb 18, 2024 at 4:46 PM UTC
Major Arcana: 0. The Fool
I hear it's going to snow tonight, & untamed words run through my skin, but I don't think I'll write - snow may smear to tussled white, but we're such fools for indoor sins that if it's going to snow tonight we'll stay in, turn low the light until the walls are dim and thin... I don't think I'll write or hew you little metered sleights of hand, more smoke than djinn - No, if it's going to snow tonight, sun sluiced away in spite, sky low and gray and blank as tin, then I don't think I'll write: these crawling words are feeling trite & the bedsheets gather in a grin.   It's going to snow tonight, but I don't think I'll write.
Villanelle (A1,b,A2 a,b,A1 a,b,A2 a,b,A1 a,b,A2 a,b,A1,A2)
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Feb 18, 2024
Feb 18, 2024 at 4:46 PM UTC
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