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I am the winter
I am the snow,
I am the splinter
in the wings
of John Doe,
I am the sky,
I am the moon
the light of the thunder,
the scent of the walls
breaking into perfume,
I am the smile,
the last dialed number,
the last supper
by the color of amber,
I am the storm
and the rain,
and the horn
foretelling the delay,
I am the black,
the anti-war,
over the neck
sickened and bored,
I am my smile
inside of the storm,
the witness to my own trial
on the peak of a thorn,
I am the liar
and the lines leading the far,
the hollowness of the wounds
hiding the scars,
I am the high,
I am the low,
and every tear of my cry
from midnight till dawn...
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