Speak my coldness to the air…by G. Mramor

, if you ever loved me, make for me a tower, and on her weathered body with a jagged rock write Colossus, fore once I knew and once more I shall know, in her body twist a stair to heaven and there aloft plant a tree, then bring my body into her and up to the opening sky, by the tree fold my hands and cover my eyes, then speak my coldness to the air


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