Suddenly this defeat.This rain.The blues gone greyand browns gone greyand yellowa terrible amber.In the cold streetsyour warm body.In whatever roomyour warm body.Among all the peopleyour absence.The people who are alwaysnot you.I have been easy with treestoo long.Too familiar with mountains.Joy has been a habit.Nowsuddenlythis rain.--via
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