January 2011
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I see a girl dragged by the wrists Across a dazzling field of snow, And there is nothing in me that resists. Once it would not be so; Once I should choke with powerless jealousies; But now I seem devoid of subtlety, As simple as the things I see, Being no more, no less, than two weak eyes.
There is snow everywhere, Snow in one blinding light. Even snow smudged in her hair As...