Tag: city life
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Day 23
I wonder if the beams from streetlights singe your fine needles, exhaust you, if only true dark can heal you
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Day 22
rushing her work, damp snow plunges through night air, knowing full well her fate is to dissolve and river-away come morning
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Day 16
how many times have I walked through a drizzle- dreary day like this — ice floes across pavement slip me quietly into their cracks
