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There is something in the air of December
That is detestable
A sort of formidable kindness
That forces the muscles to
Contract and r e l e a s e
Desperately grasping at
Any sliver of comfort
Any hope of fertility or sanctity
In the raw, violating, relentless winds
Carrying the scent of corrosive prayer and conditional bliss.





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