outside the fortress of solitude
oh the snow
riding home in it/ tongue out the way the ground lay
so still
i am trying to find new ways to keep my hands busy;
i pull the covers up to the pillows of my bed/
i tuck the chair under the lip of the desk/
i let time continue ticking
embroider molecules/ turn the music up
ride the tide out to see and
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