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[Auriea Harvey]

>
>"And at that moment
>she began to be his downfall, if memory serves,
>since he was already calm.
>Better to be his downfall than not to be she thinks.
>It snows that night.
>She paints a red circle on each nipple
>and they go out to dance in long dark rooms
>for what is more true
>
>than a snowy night, down it comes
>sifting over branches and railings and the secret air itself,
>down the steep, down the stops, down the deepening, down the grooves in
>the nails.
>They fall asleep and dream
>of muffled corridors,
>greenish glow
>along the edges of mirrors, faces, cities.
>Snow spins over it, down over it all."
>
>
>a lovely thought I might rest on        
>am so very
>tired
>


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