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Windows open and close outside
it s n o w s and s n o w s
inside you writhe like heated skies
lid lit eyes switched off and on
Tropical Night spreads tributary arms
Sheds their sleeves threads and weaves
She cries°~`j-§
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-09-03 at 02:18
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