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City Glaciers


Waiting for warmth
Endless the days
Argent haze
As remedy flows into
concealed veins

Where are we to run
Our season won't come
And everything you have said
So far has been wrong

It's late in the evening here
The wind dying down
The lights are leaning
No more sound

Read my lips, love
Fill your lungs with words
Lest we forget to explore
Bring back our revered dreams
Our month of May
Memories left my heart sore

White giants sleep
Along the roads
Our dead end tracks
In times as vile as these
I want us back

City glacier of sordid snow
Darkness comes in from the street
and glides back out again
My voice is shifting ever so slow
The prints of my fingers sing upon your skin

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