Burning snow and cold hands
Black the dress wrinkled white
Slumbring beasts and inverted eyes
Snowblind the dreams hanging from the widow tree. Snowblind the naked doll bending down a wrinkled star. Snowblind the toy soldiers in the smoke of dreams. Snowblind falling this ruin the river runs in me.
Somewhere snowblind my father sits her on his lap. Somewhere snowblind he’s still her god. Somewhere snowblind my father speaks
Screaming leaves and crying games
Black nights filled with white kisses
Rigid beasts and another dream
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