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the rain's melting glass moulding our views and moving intentions to rooms where it started in grey skies and days gripping tightly as tea melts between afternoon darkness the city at evening turned pines into curtains drifting on branches and in sudden still we walked out between them in tunnels so soft words can't escape we shook them together the snow freezing down between coatings inside the stitched cotton we're both waiting there as cars drive below the rain's melting glass and scatters through streets and cracks in the frame are beginning to show
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
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the rain's melting glass moulding our views and moving intentions to rooms where it started in grey skies and days gripping tightly as tea melts between afternoon darkness the city at evening turned pines into curtains drifting on branches and in sudden still we walked out between them in tunnels so soft words can't escape we shook them together the snow freezing down between coatings inside the stitched cotton we're both waiting there as cars drive below the rain's melting glass and scatters through streets and cracks in the frame are beginning to show
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
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