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Think of us at the end of winter
In my hometown hotel.
Avoid the cold
Outside the wet window
Winter disappears into a fixed scene in the distance.
Think of those white still animals in the snow.
The black ribbon is silent.
Seasonal cut-off
Think about the statue we finished together.
Has long since vanished into thin air.
In the bright and quiet sunshine
Any expectations?
Nothing happened.
The last drop of winter
Drip from the lips into the cup