The snow smell doesn’t matter
any more.
This body doesn’t sound:
silent snow
It doesn’t vibrate
it doesn’t radiate
does not resonate
it doesn’t intone
This body doesn’t sing
anymore
Dumb
merciful snow.
Lamplight on the street:
perfumed road
It’s time
to stop the time
The air is full and cold
This body doesn’t sound
it doesn’t matter
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