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trying to shut the howling of the whistle out of my sleep trying to get
back to a memory that aroused me once upon a time taking the Night

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The moon cannot be stolen, only borrowed. Tonight, after your shift ends, I tell you about a surprise in the freezer.

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In a bubble bath
Of Kandinsky shapes
A universe of rings
Circling in an orbit

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My parents are still here due to the snow
That’s falling fatly on us in Cheyenne

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