saint

softening the temperature

among the good times and

if your ways don’t change anymore

none of our fine old days make a

tiny effect in the corridor of

all of the surprises and stupid things said

more of the happy timing that transforms

under the keeping safe testaments

energies that crank on down when

reaching on the way we went overboard

temperatures mattered so much

ending the unforgettable day

when hot was cold and cold was hot

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