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the wind is coming and it has teeth
a sob swells like asong in my throat
all the color in the world has vanished.
the very start of someone
the moon was full and stupid bright
the gray mist seemed to swallow them
seamless and invisible
nothing can be changed untill it is face
not unless she can make me white
losing a child
like rain on the pavement
like color boiled down to the essence
it felt likr looking in the face of the
even the rain remembers
blue skin
a dash of miracle
Afeith-a fine vein
because of the color
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