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freeze white-wash skin
awaken
words forgotten,
and I
blinded with glass,
with liquid silk
remember the lines of forgotten prose.
Winter rains
freeze white-wash skin
awaken
words forgotten,
and I
blinded with glass,
with liquid silk
remember the lines of forgotten prose.
Wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.
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