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my Christmas tree
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fear begins in the muscle of the night
like an intercostal pain
my winter moon draws my life and
freeze it in the icy nails
as an ancient underground map
my family tree tips branches
charged by fruits of love
these people coming just from the history
gather by my window as for a carol
on the snowy peak I look for you
forbidden fruit
(January, 10, 2014)
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