Fever, from each window - Stan Mir
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greatpoetryThe wind is all arms
& cruel. It does not do
what you do. Midday
the streets are noiseless.
I have set a limit
to my talking. Glove,
you have fooled me
into a hand.
& cruel. It does not do
what you do. Midday
the streets are noiseless.
I have set a limit
to my talking. Glove,
you have fooled me
into a hand.
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