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novalis
1 min readDec 15, 2017

sunlight massed behind the glass

like honey from the jar sliding across

the room I’ve put choral music on my

students write in silence the light feels

like the cold outside and beyond: the

stars and emotion look: transform: blue

winter sky grey bleeding through the

dirty windows I’ve a sore throat only

sleep about five hours a night

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