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Wait.


Forever-

Outside

one seeks.

Daylight decides old thoughts.
Thoughts remember liquid words.

Sitting still admiration lingers-

Wind admired more.

Brace to breathe in and out

same sounds of the street.

Winter is weak, 

summer still too strong.

Swallow fire, sip the cold-

And look the bastards in the eye.

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