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7 Conundrum Late winter storm makes it all white again; late March and so cold I can’t get warm in my skin, and although I wanted to sing outside, I pissed instead a circle into the snow because I could. I don’t know if this is a conundrum or not, but my brain is free of hardware so the words come in a new order, like laps of waves to the needy shore, oh boy. I married the wife of the sky, and I don’t know if that means trouble or not, but secrets course through her skin. On the road inside her, her love wildly grows. No exits. That love. ...

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