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Again, I'm tired of them
These wet look
All trains on that
I was late,
All questions that
Answer was simply not necessary

Spiers of powdered snow
Behind a high fence with barbed
Conversation with the only living person
Dormant porches cascade

Did not give me to understand myself
As the audience sitting in the hall
And only a few were waiting
Not to leave, and to embrace
Thick, cool threads