MY CAPILLARIES CONFIRM
I am passing easy. I am a cinch for the
new-found glove to catch me. I labor
at love, and see a new world coming.
If I have been here before, then I shall
be here again!
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Was it is in the 3:45am air I hear is the
wind; again, as distraught as I am, it
hounds and blows and puffs. I don't
see much - after all, it is dark and the
lights in here shut out the view out there -
but I know the trees are blowing and
that snow takes to the air...again.
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My capillaries confirm the more boring
aspects of things : turn and pivot and
repeat. It's all been done before.
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