Audiohurtling through heavy snowour hands are cold and the moon sets lowlittle sister let your sharp teeth showpass winter fieldsstop the car by the old wire postskitty rabbits make good paper goatsbut let me salt out to serve sic coatsand fall into winter fieldsrose out in whites,spelled our escape in the old tough lightsoh mother, i’m scared to close my eyessomeone judge me (?) make you dive and dive down
in sub-zero, i can’t stand stillcolors of absence flooding the hilland then … our trick ans spill through winter fieldsunder the stairs taá¹—s the metronomethe diver suit that we’ve all outgrownand need to get to where the wild things moanand all of my winter dreamsrose of whites,spelled our escape in the old tough lightsoh mother, i’m scared to close my eyessomething to do make you dive and dive, and dive down
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