passing the night without my drug
acting, as they see it, effeminate
you are my sister
but far in advance, do you look
as snowflakes bond to earth
on diadems so woody and inert
when you marry can it be so cold?
what's that cardinal link
when now trespasses then?
to the left, my rigamarole
percolates the blue ridge
like maybe vapor through
January's ductile buds
greening the way towards
what you want, leaning
an arbor growing round
the two in love
unchained
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