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winds of venus

there’s a chance

she’s asleep

in the palm of his hand

terrorists

turning into mustard seeds

falling

snow

fine

by

me

turning

heavy

rain

drops

on the

roof

getting

blood

out

of a

stone

garden

blossoming

into this

black

&

white

world

snow

flakes

made

of horses

escape

trees almost bare touching you

at the very end of it all saplings

sun

wire

tapping

us