R Welcome Return under a desk,
tonight
after so
to speak with pieces of newspaper,
knows that in an afternoon in the evening,
and tell them to shut up and sit still,
to squeeze me in space,
glancing mature ink.
steps to aspects of meat and bone
knees I see as white and cold
end up in a pen tip
magic
and this extends
no magic formula
or dust silky
and happy thought.
front of a shadow on the contrary
that sheds light
and warms,
a grotto of wood and cardboard
to swear to Christmas
we still believe.
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