Some words come near,
Bullheads that bite
The snow, moments of intimacy that are
waved away,
Lost antennas of the seasnail,
Brought to the ground.
It is the sun
That glints on us! But the shadows
Of not-love come,
It cannot be stood against.
And we suffer. The gold discs
Fall from our ears.
The sea grows cloudy.
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