inside outside
lights hang down
yellow on yellow
loaded with contradictions
rain starts to fall
between derelict factories
and summer dark
winter wind
unsweetened
cold hands
all night long
no particular tune
pretending to sleep
still unopened
sudden tree smell
rising from the book
looking
for something
thrown away
shape of the tree
a single cricket
nothing else out there
this shadow
going from
darkness to water
yellow on yellow
loaded with contradictions
rain starts to fall
between derelict factories
and summer dark
winter wind
unsweetened
cold hands
all night long
no particular tune
pretending to sleep
still unopened
sudden tree smell
rising from the book
looking
for something
thrown away
shape of the tree
a single cricket
nothing else out there
this shadow
going from
darkness to water
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