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As I learned the taste of warmth again
you come out of sudden striking like lightening...
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Think
of every cell in your body...
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It wasn’t the
cold that stole away my...
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the impossibly soft hours of dawn
patinas into weightlessness...
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I'm not angry on behalf of
my father, who took his last...
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A cold shoulder and impassive face.
You were in some dry northern town...
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with soft yearning, i shall write of you tonight.
the skies simmering away the stars might have...
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...About the humid weather
and the foggy mountain...
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a rose as red as blood has bloom
and birds have come to see it now...
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I watch you from a distance
sipping reddish juice...
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peered into the belly of the beast
that toils for pageantry, theatre...
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You were an impressionist
and I- too headstrong to concede...