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One hundred million degrees below freezing,

And Natasha buttoning up her eyes,

Clap clap.

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Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy,

As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise;

Fingers crossed.

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As routine marsupials splash with vigor,

Running like cats away from litter.

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Winter pallet shifts a tone lighter and lighter and lighter and  เบา

To white,

Ascending with a drum roll.

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A gift of it to that,

Haunted all the way,

by you.