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Snowlight

Brisk
but not bitter

The calming silence
of the trains
I cannot move

The lights on the avenue
turn on at dusk
protected by this shroud
the clouds
a light flurry

I cannot speak
Neatly seated
with the other coffins

That sweet smell
Winter

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