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Oct 2012
it is december when the wheat sun is wane and the letters stop coming
in groups of three
and the windows creak in morse code and steam clings to every sigh.
it is december when the most of you is lingering -
just above the tinkling crisp
of shadow versus snow...

the origin of hope is everywhere and frozen.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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